1. |
Coming From This Place
06:25
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Coming From This Place
Blue Veins, worsen
Sour blood thickens
Victim mind coercion
roots
rot
deep
false A-verse, Proverb
Paternally deterred
I am not a province
You bred me to fail
and I
will
not
you will fucking rot
bottles broken their light
wave just like
Flags of defeat
Progress, is hard when, I
Burn out so quick
Blank halls and white walls
and all my, all my, progress stalls and is there—-
a-way OUT
dread from the banister
swings my doubt, voices coaxing coercive and loud
there your way OUT
there’s your way
so much
depends on —
maintaining equilibrium
but do i have that strength.
all my life is here, but I don't feel it
no I don't feel myself
So much
depends on
maintaining equilibrium
but I don't have the strength
all my friends are here,
but I don't see them.
Coming From This Place, I fear
coming from this place.
dread from the banister
swings my doubt, voices coaxing coercive and loud
there hangs a way out.
Contact made but connections lost
Breaks in the static; shots in dark
looking for reason in the people I love
missing each and every mark
Home is where the heart was and no longer is.
Every new hand I shake
I see the grip
but I don’t feel the touch
coming from this place
you’ve made me in this place
To all the friends that I love
I’m truly sorry
Fingers Held, and
roads traveled
but I’ve always taken
I never handled
and Im still searching for
a way
Out
fingers held roads traveled
love taken but never handled
and Im still
stuck in a way
dread from the banister
swings my doubt, voices coaxing coercive and loud
they say hang it's your only way
out
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2. |
From The Bannister
01:26
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3. |
Intent To Hurt
04:28
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without pride I cast aside
cast aside dignity repeat then return
defective
parity of our skin
wasted
abject to
poverty by your slight
Late night transgressions that keep me from sleep
Dejected dejected souls Rot
bodies
not growing
hours add up the grains,
withered in soil depleted
yet Inference fertile
and Infrared deceit
Keeps glaring
Glaring
with intent to hurt me
gently but covert
and you're still here
in my thoughts
there's a space for you
and the narrative persists, an exposition so clear,
but you gave it all a way, all yourself away
the narrative persists with your
faithless vows, faithless vows
Hell-bent on discerning truth, and I knew it would end with you, through the fire down below, I'll wave you down and I'll say to you.
I SAVED A SPACE FOR YOU
I SAVED A SPACE FOR YOU
I've got a place for you
I've got a place for you
Hell-bent on founding out
farce loyalty and your whereabouts
I've saved a space for you
Farce loyalty and your whereabouts
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4. |
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The
flesh
tears
kills us
The
flesh
tears
kills us
God
Disgust
trust Gone
I won't be here
long
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5. |
Victim Becomes
04:39
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Getting off
on shame, your reprise
you shatter good counts
with sour green eyes
false accounts
I didn't testify
Count yourself!
Count yourself, count yourself now.
And I will remind him he’s worth no grace
Reputation, a fickle self- conscious gain Vanity
attention to amnesty! you are to blame every time
I hope that you know what it's like
to be held down by—
I hope that you know what its like
to be fucking held by the
throat——
And to be told
stay quiet
And quiet I stayed
approached, he said
Can I forgive you?
Can I forgive you?
Stop. Pause.
examine his
modes and maneuvers
modes and maneuvers
I test back
Gaslight the abuser
Burn out the accuser
a wounded pause,
tainted my assessment
Can I attest ?
Can I attest his?
I wrote him again again and again.
'I hope
you know
what its like
To be held
down by—
I hope
you know
what its like
to be fucking held by the --
hand.
to understand
love without doubt
Or pain without
a hate that breeds like a cancer
transfers, through every love thereafter
Into
Nausea
borderline,
vacant, nausea
relying on all eyes but your own
it's what you know
With every hand you take there's
The malignant itch to feel it break
slow
Under pressure
The languor in his speech
brazen malady.
false
I despise you
Exacerbate my doubts
Falsify my own account
So well
Under pressure
And I don't forgive you at all
people are hell the mirrors they call out
I will break you
With slow pressure
Victim becomes the
victim becomes the
Victim becomes the
Abuser
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Indisposed Chicago, Illinois
Emo & Skramz.
Chicago based.
Nina Palumbo (Guitar + Vocals), George Bach(Bass), Andrew Robbins (Guitar), and Goose Diegans (Drums + Vocals)
indisposed.chi@gmail.com
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