THE BULGE Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Third among the sons of light
Breathing for the night
Never further from your mind
Bracing for the flight
Hearts confusing flesh and life
Dazed and lovely
Noiseless music in the night
Crawling softly
The need for ceremony
Celebrate this hollow thing
Of flesh and failure rising
Still can't delete the memory
Young heart above its mortal lair
Forcing a cold start
Hold on to what you'll never have
White lie from a black heart
Flesh and failure in the wake
Our capacity to take
Distinguish infamy from fame
Cleaving deeds from name
What horror, what vulgarity
Slouching measured
Slaking guilt in desperate times
Desperate pleasures
Between the shadow and the flame
Between the title and the name
Lies the burial
The sire of an immortal stain
Our capacity for pain
Is the burial
Forsake this predatory earth
As we breathe away our worth
Face the burial
The ticking of the clock
The cracking of the rock
The rusting of the lock
Always ends in the burial