One autumn some years ago
I dropped my weight unto the floor
Now it seems I can't remember
Or did I just forget to think?
All my life has been this way
The shallow line between black and grey
When will my vision start to fade?
I keep dreaming of this darkened place
Now I recall, I was never here at all
A grand delusion, from which I'll someday wake
And when I come to, I'll be with you
How I'd love to drain your life
Like clay to mold
Your brain says more
Just leave, don't go
This place dark and cold
Your waves, the shore
They say, no cure
A simple action can forever change
all the footsteps of each coming age
and though each path we walk is distinct
it's the same road there that leads us extinct
save your breath, for no one will listen
the road of death, the silent decision made.
A blur of moments
captured and folded
A solemn regret
for what's incomplete
You can't control it
the clay is now molded
You try to forget
the sense of defeat
Nothing ever clears the branches
that only grow to obscure your sense of view
Limbs start decaying
like trees in frozen winter
decomposing brainwaves
crashing into consciousness
a distant whistle
nostalgic remains
ruined potential
now a lifeless vessel
falling far below the earth
tearing hooks from my skin
and now each autumn passing
you'll be reminded
Oakland, CA quartet LYCUS return with a new album on Relapse Records. Heavy, epic, mournful, and replete with art by Paolo Girardi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2016