SUBSTANCE SERENE - ROTTEN FRUIT (OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO)

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  • Опубликовано: 11 сен 2024
  • This was originally the final track of a 6-track EP. I scrapped the EP, but this song still works as a stand-alone. It was meant to be a concept EP, and this track brought the whole story to a close, especially the final and outro choruses. Thanks for listening.
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    Lyrics:
    The seeds we sow predicate our growth
    Scrawling words on mottled walls
    Prophecies told
    Prophecies ignored
    Enter eternity
    Floating on tides of pain
    Sinking below
    I cannot endure
    Transposed, torn from a past in which I never had a foothold
    Cast into this future blind
    Footprints that only ever sink deeper into sand
    Doomed to be swallowed by the tide
    Left to my own devices, I will find a way to fade away
    Left to my own devices, I will find a way to disappear
    Left to my own devices, I will find a way to self-destruct
    Left to my own devices, I will find a way
    All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
    All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
    All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
    All the seeds were sown in perfect little holes of poisoned soil
    Such is woe, a tangled understory
    Calloused twisted veins welcoming the imposter
    Residing within, swimming through the marrow of my bones
    Teeth carving through ivory walls, he seeks to take total control
    The pungent smell of death
    The ripening flow of age
    I am still alive while I decay
    Froth seeping from my lips
    An alluring temptation, knowing it could end
    Cruel is the joke, our lives are illusions
    Pain is the thing that is eternal
    Trapped in dreamscapes of total darkness
    Searching for sign of light
    Oh, sweet embrace, intoxicating touch
    Succumbing again and again
    Left to my own devices, I will find a way to ruin
    Left to my own devices, I will find a way
    All the seeds we've sown are absolute
    Lost inside the darkness
    Lost in the you
    Dangling from a willow, rotten fruit
    I have become nothing
    Just like you

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