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When Life Gives You Lyme
05:18
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Take a trip with me
Through the madness of ones thoughts
Entombed in a body withering away
With a conscious loss between reality and the fabricated
Trapped in this pylon
Am I alive?
This torture consuming
A star pulled into a black hole
Torn apart piece by bitter piece
What is left of me
Has become the silence
Existing only when I am
Present in front of your eyes
Disintegration a shattered image once whole
Failing systems my disguise
No hope to reverse my demise
Sitting front row to,
The orchestra of my demise
Trapped in th1is pylon
Am I alive?
This relentless hell
My universal constant
Dammed to suffer
My entity dismembered
Make this torment stop
Each day a reminder
I have lost control
Life expires
My story told
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Swipe Right
04:16
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Contorted I scream
Nightmares dispersed
Throughout my dreams
Regulated fears and greed
No sense of peace
Amongst the rubble and ash
I collapse
Consumed by rage
I turn the page
Hoping to start a new
The second act in this play
I’ve failed to progress from this failure
Failure clings to me as a pathogen
Decimating my hope
Crushing my dreams
Leaving me to breathe without oxygen
Can I cut the rope
Around my throat?
Sinking in the sands of time
Death has become my alibi
Disconnecting life from me
Softly sing this lullaby, oh
I was dead from the start
I was dead from the start
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Adenosine
05:27
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I feel so empty cold and alone,
A wayward sheep in a herd of drones.
As this story goes; I wither from home,
A starving boy forced to feed on his own.
Happiness is a lie,
But at least it's something that I know.
This is journey to the unknown.
I weep with the angels and their touch of stone.
Time is energy and my life: their batteries,
The doctor can't save me; My timeline has been fixed.
Don't blink;
For once I close my eyes,
It was my life they claimed
If only I could remember all the time and energy
Expunged in conformity; I'd realize it's mediocrity
Plagued desires of legacy, a cult of normality
I resign permanently: This life is not for me
Falling through a wormhole, a dead universe unfolds
A past transcends to present: All systems failing within
This fragile framework lay broken and rotten
A realization of what must be done
I see but only one escape: I step off this pedestal,
Left to swing like a pendulum in the wind.
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