Produced by Adriatic
Vocals by Artifex
Guitar by Riley Iris
One of the oldest songs on the album, the original beat draft was made in 2011. It gained a new life in the middle of the making of Greyscale and had a huge makeover production wise and guitar was added.
lyrics
Never write a song in the key of my alarm,
Never have a charm,
Carving a shape for the greater good,
Wait, take two,
Paying dues in the moment,
Must stay true 'til its broken,
I've choked on worse,
Better know by last name first,
Better yet by a path un-searched,
Yes that hurts but its worth it,
A reflection, sedimented,
And left uncertain,
The current drives,
We lose lives to fit it,
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world sitting in their civic duty chairs,
Do we truly care for the battle of the wits,
Or what is fitting best in the long run,
Betting on the lesser of the evils,
These metaphors leave holes to be equal,
I look to the steeple as it topples to the ground,
Where is your god now,
Where is your god now
And beneath floor boards,
We cry out for more to no answer,
A torn necromancer left mourning,
The epitome of lonesome,
Wait until you grow some and then begin to teeter on the fulcrum,
And beneath hard shells,
We cry out for help to no avail,
Like a torn sail billows and convulses,
Sensing every beat,
Every pulse,
As we count sheep just to make the bleating less indulgent
Better shape up son,
Learn to tie your laces,
Trying hard to wake because I'm dreaming of a place I've never seen before,
Please ignore the stream of consciousness,
Find a fitting monolith,
Slip into a deeper sleep,
Buried down too deep to be returning unscathed,
I've entered in the maze past the point of empty promises,
Time allotted next nothing,
Pray to make it into something,
More than I can bare,
More than I could care to illustrate,
Still the same fairy tale,
Hammer nail pounded to the soil,
It's a royal marathon upon a very wary trail,
Retrace my steps,
To the place I left so many years ago,
Fear that I surpassed the marker,
Harken back to ignorance,
Contained inside a picket fence,
Only lacking hard defense,
Escalate,
Maybe at later point in life,
With a knack for thinking twice,
I'll have executed fantasies,
Without only imagining
And beneath floor boards,
We cry out for more
We cry out for more
And we cry out
And beneath hard shells,
We cry out for help
We cry out for help
And we cry out
And beneath floor boards,
We cry out for more
We cry out for more
And we cry out
And beneath hard shells,
We cry out for help
We cry out for help
And we cry out
And beneath floor boards,
We cry out for more to no answer,
A torn necromancer left mourning,
The epitome of lonesome,
Wait until you grow some and then begin to teeter on the fulcrum,
And beneath hard shells,
We cry out for help to no avail,
Like a torn sail billows and convulses,
Sensing every beat,
Every pulse,
As we count sheep just to make the bleating less indulgent
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
