Decomposure - Black Snow lyrics

Pan up from the ocean Pushed like icewhite hands in winter water Stasis chasing hiscores in a forgotten arcade Skipping pale before a blue screen of d**h And short breath and marshlands old to pave and push live freeways Carry my air wherever i sleep on a spit in a fatsuit A set of split quotes fleeing cold from my back in a hot mute panic Pinned selfconscious as a naked turtle There is no doing left Bloodhounds inert in electrified cages, asymmetrical warfare Sidescrolling through an abandoned city's sprawl Crossing clouds when they can see your breath and tracks Bowed heads and thinning thumbs piled up at a dead end Snow from a tired brown sky, an hourgla** with no neck On the dogleg consulting a heineken for marriage advice Where there be dragons, elves against mice Are taglines disguised as songs Why ask what year it is? Bright beige food, footage of accidents in video loops When they began using their lifetime pa**es, dancing with the coals Confined to grids, limited to perfection Trackback to fill in the tendons I am a white male in my late twenties, so it has already been said It will not end, it will not come back, like a dog in the city Like the first time you drove through a place you'll be moving to Not many are fortunate enough to sleep without dreaming Most have to live with themselves their entire life Walk out on the ice floe The distance dark with black snow Sailor bailing out the boat with wood salvaged from the hole Frogger stuck with dead controls, out of time without setting foot on the road Soldier in a cave alone telegraphing codes into an empty ocean Shredded hands pulling the rope, it wouldn't hurt so much If you would only let go Breath is boiled bodily steam hissing from a sealed stovepipe Sprouting from iron lungs fired by the corpse of grizzled grey bird coal Each sunset a railway tie, each rail a thin strip sliced from sinew and skeleton Given crescendo, all conspiracy and no resolution, a forever storm Told the circle of the earth would roll endlessly without edges to fall from So i busied myself painting a mural of the sunset to hang behind our graduation And devised my parting precocious words From all the borrowed humble grandiosity i could scrape together While feathers were plucked from the hollow earth Burnt quills' circling smoke s**ed into its byzantine mechanical heart Howling whirls of special promising ash tracing the contours of crushed snails Down the entertainment dream inhale floured in possibility's machinations Lineart sunrises and daily affirmations Eagerly biting shiny nickels rendered from the priceless soot exhaled From a cagesheltered chorus of blackthroated children calling for another Against the growl of their collective stomach's engine Threshing entropy to progress and powerlines, sustained by treats Hope as a veneer of young learned sarcasm A mola**es desert slowscaling permanent torsos Taped together my former split jaw (though not literally of course) Like i've been engraving on winter night for weeks Blueinking sleeves i cannot wear on days that don't exist A peeled jar bleached and filled with soil, sprout planted and growing Thumb on the scale and the same wait as i could reach back through the fog Stolen north, tracks laid and mortgaged to a clear pinched forcedperspective Painted on a wall in a bathroom stall Trying to scratch a reply to myself on the wall But i don't have fingernails, and one by one the lightbulbs are burning out The settling ether, old men eating breakfast The fog of summer mornings rubbing along blue streets Finally scattering against the burning disc of the sun A long drape shuddering its last wide sigh for the warmth of its final petals unfolding Kids drink grape juice, grownups drink wine One who knows only sweetness remains a child