Hush! (demo5) (Patreon)

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art generated by dall-e
NOTE: dall-e is only used for  the purpose of temporary, filler art, and will NEVER replace official  illustrations by real artists

LYRICS:

An abandoned lilac’s pedals dissolve, endeavouring murky fibers torn by a churning ocean
Saints will turn to sinners, and sinners to apologists once the cash has dried
Hush  now and forever disturb the peaces of your life, sew together, sow  through any weather, and reap on a harvest moon so red that both hooves  are clean again
A cacophony disembodied, disavowed, and vacant dies  in your abstinence, whispers at your doorstep that forgot the shouts of  the paper boy, extra
Feel free to smile, aren’t you tired, you’ve already a mouth full of worms
Hush now! Engendered your rest in a wildfire in your hometown
Would every battle still and every petal set, life’s colours dull into a coma, nobody weeps
There’s a stagnant nescience served on every street corner, but to the humbled with one request met by a sentence to the plea
Photograph the hoofprints by the ashes, redefine and reconcile the pain through painting
The  whore’s found a new position, the old angler reels a new technique, a  bravest strike to the easel covers red the walls of a finely furnished  home, teaching a new dog new tricks
Count to four, it’s been done before, say it with your own voice
What are you afraid of
Comfort’s commanded a sinister sleaze, a spell broken by breaking the rules
Hush now, until you’ve something to say
Hush now, you feign benignly, indulge stagnation; a sickly, cyclical, sinister, abomination
Carve  in blood an oath to no promise, no compromise, no push, no pull, no  ebb, no flow, to enjoy solace in the stillness of the stale air
Are you fucking happy?
Why are you fucking smiling?
Is this all you’ve ever wanted?
It’s me, it’s me
Your shadow
Would they miss you dearly, as I grow in your spotlight
Would  your visage outshine the penumbra cast in your glorious moments, how  your standing ovation stands no notion or notice in the slowing of  motion to motive
Are you the sum of all which the light graces, or will you be valued by the outlines you leave
This  creek that swayed as always in all ways, now halts at your dismal  presence; the life at its outer edges die in a plastic hush
No babble to Babel, one ill fate can topple the most still of all things
Hush now, and let the flowers wilt wistfully beneath your step