Hush! (demo6) (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

Restless

Treacherous

Your heart

Lies

Nothing

Lives

Bound to

Fate