musikmania.net > paroles > cave-in > until you heart stops (1998)

MORAL ECLIPSE

Yellow turns this courage badge into a valentinal trash
These are the crushes meant to crush you
The contact was dry, but exasperating like a teething smile
Pulse by pulse, i honor the we weather to myself into her hands
and for an angel even she knew it well
when my drool dropped past her lips
A dead man floating in one in a forgetful moment
She saw it haunted in my eyes when they finally opened
coughing up blood like a throat
No, lover let go of my neck
We knew together that every crack in the wall
is a step towards release of the lascivious waters i no longer wade through

TERMINAL DEITY

Something is holding me down
It makes its way through my arms
and through these fatigued worn fingers in fury fevered lashings of claw
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes to emit its evils onto the page
Blood-soaked desperate one sided attempts into the chill of all words
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment
to watch him plagued in through for all of our years
In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards as a sparkle of vain mockery
in these pained attempts of self alleviation
To convert from the monster

JUGGERNAUT

Old places fade hard, and no matter how long you row upstreamm
the water still makes waves that carry the rest of us away
You are what you weep, from your head down to the sleet
Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place void in all ints of home
Watch with your heart, run with your gut
ever so careful not to lose the fragile beauties of motivation
A whir of warning winds signal back to birth
Watch with your heart, run with your gut
ever so careful not to loseyour mold
"They laughed all to the untrusive music
they danced hard enough to wake from a fiction-based nap
they killed me when i could't be a source of entertainment
strung like a puppet to every degree of debt
in social contribution by the migraine."
Our fight keeps using a voice taht needs rekindling
I promised wet weather to myself
From the moment i set foot into my own autopsy
Past all the summer
beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates of those wthout a set of eyes to make contact with
"There is but the utter of all necessaries
pushing ones that brimming light through the dregs of apartment life
A necessity that leaves me short of breathe in the end
Watch with your heart, run with your gut
Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams

THE END OF OUR ROPE IS A NOOSE

Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows
Resign all need for bargaining with an open door to a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid
i cant believe what he did
Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form: the motive slips
the bugs become the end, they eat you
Glued by the palms to a dinner plate passive meat
Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway
rampant glories nothing short of a forced drum drama vibed wished goodbye
The knot that never come united leaves feelings i know someone else has lied
About who you are and what you know
The whitest lies are blinding snows, eyed in the mockery of his prey
Fevered company with an array of wretched looking sister faces
breathing the air of scare and tyranny
He hunched right over, for me to use his back
and write out the eviction notice from my heart; no remorse
the "i's" were dotted with poignant stabs
All the things i wrote as a kid, i cant beleive what it did to you
Low and behold the end of our rope is a noose
I chased him right back into enternal peace and sealed that closed door

UNTIL YOU HEART STOPS

A parasite that lost its appetite with what he calls his own being yours to clean for
Walk with a weapon and fight just to see what draws the line between the now and yesterday
Scenes from the past being premonitions all to real
We dwell like antique paintings older every day
until a thief steals you from the wall in the shadows of creative eclipses
I've noticed your handwriting improve over the years
though someimtes i still smell shit in the ink
I can't clean this stain of a little boy, and sadly i am trapped in here for good
Locked my door and read these cryptic pieces a hundred-thousand times more
For every sundown taht crutches the awake
simmering the need of peave and lightly seasoning our bodies back to bed
Aimless is the mind on porcelain piloows
And we dwell like antique paintings, older every day

HALO OF FLIES

Reality rose like the sun, and still i slept through it
"I can always witness it another morning...."
The thoughts like thse are cemented in procarastination
Now this part of "she" is liquid form somwher on the floor
as a self defiant need for a cure
Diagnosed to emerge and roam away from roads thick as foam
you wish to burn the candles that queitly service the arm
another day with the shades pulled down until the swallow returns her to sleep
A father knocks on the silent door while this part of "she" has become an inferno shame
louder than we expect from shuch silent candles no so secret anymore
Now the eyes of my eyes have opened
Now the eyes of my eyes cling dear
Never let the swallow return you back to sleep
The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten here
and again i know reality shall rise tommorow
This time i hope to be awake, for i cannot postpone another morning
Never let the swallow return you to sleep

BOTTOM FEEDER

Long walks with my temper take me down a dead end street in contemplation;
where do we start at the end?
Before i could collect myself
I'm vacuumed n by a figure's armspread with fiery gasps of iron air
cornered in my circle of friends
Won't he speak to you?
Emptied on the floor were the shells of my defenses
placing his own bullets of condescendence
Those people shafted me of my social weaponry

EBOLA

All relaxed with nails bit to the quick while golden was the silence
like a foam filling the mouth of the exempt
The burdened saw the damage, absorbed with our legs lost to heated white lies
We remain to pull its frame from the ashen wreck of anxiety
blown to conspicious borrowed attacks
We've got the nerve to live so low like this
with nails bit to quick and teething blood so warm
The man who keeps sewing needles between his teeth prefabricates every spoken word
with no weapons to lay in front of me
Robbed of my skills in social weaponry, robbed
Impending was the omen, no choice but to sever dead skin
You reap what you sow to degrees you'll never know

CONTROLLED MAYHEM THE ERUPTS

This moon was a planet just like the earth, only it is even deader
The pistols of its flowers are the only protection against insetcs
which were more preoccupied with the half rotted inhabitants soiled to the brim undet their own garments
History tells us of their blood flowing down one leg and up the other
Memories insoluble to their conscience, memories
outside themselves in a twisted prank played upon them by dogs tired of chasing their food
Thin oxygen curves their posture substantially
Flashes of their purpose stripped to skeletal ornaments of meat
and resin from animal marks flciker over the loudscreen
Machines hum quietly in the distance
A few naive inhanbitants wander foolishly after sundown in search of black spots
but no one leaves this moon carefree of memory
Survivors often match their hands upward towards greater satellites
wronged in the eyes by a million miles and a million more bodies to sift through
The smaller creatures have the secret to pinning us down to the dirt:
When they breathe, they inspire, when we breathe, we expire.