Mourning Glory

[Verse 1] All these animals & peasants chase their capital investments Vested interests I'm disinterested my patterns show obsession An attic full of questions with no answers for the standards Just synapses lapses, passages, suggestions, past is present Man I hate the summer, so I stay inside days are numbered They only trace the lines, my skies rain & thunder Deface each other, rape & plunder, bases covered On the basis that I'm basic, based in basins I'm too drained to slumber I save the numbers of my dead friends it makes me wonder Why it strangely comforts, my brains asunder Under suns I've been taken under, made a hunter Undertaken where the bugs & aphids clutter Handshakes feel like cable jumpers I taste the sunburns but the tongue is rarely accurate Compare the avarice to mine and I can't bare the wrath of it I'm out of it but passionate, past a fist is a pacifist A satirist Jonathan Swift, mental paralysis I'm harlequin, walking dead, coughing phlegm no oxygen Generation Y am I supposed to do it talk to them I lost my innocence, drifted into the distance Went from different to indifferent, get sickened by this existence Mourning Glory… I feel strangled by the chain that my father used to wear It dangles by my heart it was the cross that he would bear Every time I think of him I always go to reach for it ‘Cause it reminds me of the sacred bond that we would share Before the costs I'd inherit, the talks that I'd cherish The loss of a parent made the loss more apparent I'm lost in apparent paradox I can't escape or see Between faith & grief, pain & ease, they made me pray and Place my knees on cinder blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scars Make me eat this bitter heart ’til the taste gets sweet I don't chase my drinks these days I hate to sound cliche but it's cliche to say I hate to sound cliche I may be breaking out these chains today I'm finally free, amiss in this abyss I guess I'm spiraling It's standard stuff, flashing floods, that's my blood you're siphoning A side of me's beside itself for anchoring in hell But I can't see the light I need to save me from myself It's Mourning Glory [Verse 2] I got these bars in my head like I'm Phineas Gage This Gauge is on empty so gimme some space Spaced out from the memories that didn't erase Rays pound all around me kissing my face Face down, down on my luck, lust for the crown Crown in my cup, coupled amounts, mountains erupt Ruptures I count, count-downs downtrodden Trot around downtowns til I drown in a bottle, like And now I'm reading Walden Walled-in like I'm sleeping in a coffin Coughin' while I'm breathing in the toxins Talk sins when I'm needing to absolve them Themselves, set sail, cel-set Hellbent, inhale, tell sins Send tales of the tailspins Tip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends [Hook] She called me blue flower, more like morning-glory My port is storming every time she tries to ford it for me They’re always warring on the inside There’s morning-glory on the inside [Bridge: Zoe Wick] Can’t hurry the morning light I tried with all my might I’m hanging upside-down Facing to the ground ’Til I bring back the fire [Hook]