We contribute
nothing more than food for the dirt.
Mock my renaissance words.
History made a drain for hell
and seven billion believers to stomach it.
Always abnormal.
For the sake of things to come.
O’ this war cannot be won.
Your vote’s a race of arms.
For emperors who speak in tongues.
If glory were a commoner
amidst the depths of a raincheck,
how quick to find out
we’d always be the debt.
Get closer to worms
if you’re looking for home.
The dirt is fiending,
hungry for bones.
And I’m drained.
Always
drained.
Always
drained.
I will continue
to go unnoticed.
For every chance I’ve wasted
is no common mistake.
Poetic contextual.
Iambic quintessence.
Tabloids in smuggling
have bred no affection
for the souls of stories
never amounting to shit.
All arms to the handless victims.
Writing for the sake of report.
Blinded by the newsstand
of a legend in shambles.
Read.
There’s always time to kill.
Heed my warning.
Time
won’t be solemn.
Ode
to the mothers
of the destitute and the restitution we bore
under the covers.
Pray the attrition of meretricious news wore a quote.
If I met the dead
singing to the trees.
Play forgery with names
into the hides of their beds.
Every untold story
is beheaded with a smile.
No words could hold more glory.
Time takes a grave effort to save.
credits
from Technical Jargon and Partisan Rhetoric,
released March 8, 2013
Recorded, engineered, and produced by Lee Stoker
Artwork by Bobby Gibbs of Verbera
All music and lyrics written by FAUS
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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