Acoustic Folk Shred (Doom Folk)

08-11-2024
Lost in translation,
The distance of inflammation,
Crowding the site of the source,
A complex of derranged beings,
Looking at only you, of course.
Cotterized the wound of what you would do,
If only you could have done what you should have,
As deep as your heritage runs,
As your heart's ways undone them.
Tempered sentiments for the dropped conclusions,
Racing to infuse the already infused,
Seeking separation in some semblance for truth.
This lost sense of youth to remind us all.
The decrepit construct of the mind's ways,
Developed in the trembling sunlight,
The revised committment of your dark gaze.

[@LostSoulAscension]

I don't want to be right here,
I don't want to be right now,
But I can't help but seem to think out loud.
And I don't want to even care,
And I don't want to be aware,
But I can't help but lose my brain.
I just want to be somewhere else in my head, but I can't even think to dream.
I lost my will to be something a long time ago.
And I lost the will to see my life as a little bit of a joke,
Cause nothing in my life so far was workin out for me,
So I give it all up to what they call my destiny.
And I'm breathin out my lungs and as we speak,
It's all comin' up like mucus leaks,
From every crevice of my heart and soul and mind and brain,
I feel a little bit gone insane,
Find out meningitis was actually a thing.
Oh, and I'll remember you, always.
Oh, and I'll remember you, always.
Oh, did I say the same thing twice?
I cant remember.
Leaving myself to the glitch,
And I feel in my brain is a little bit of an itch,
And I think that I might give up croak and lie awake at night wondering when I'll die.
That's maybe today, the only thing I got left in worth.
I've lived it all before, so it seems I've been cursed.
And I think that I'll lose myself another way,
This time around cause they just want me to think that they're playin'.
And I know it ain't what I think of as a joke,
And I know it ain't quite what I'd like to hope,
Oh but, don't you know, the world likes to make enemies that way.
In a way that we'd not like to think or hope or pray,
Ah, I lost myself, my ways.
And I know, that there won't be any redemption for me,
Cause I lost my soul inside the circus of this lonely world, and I was the only one who could escape.
But I didn't see,
And I couldn't seem to find a way out, so I just disguised,
My self became a part of them,
And so in my heart just playin pretend,
Found myself just livin' a lie,
Wondering why, and where they came and went the final time.
Wasn't how I thought it went.

[@investingwithcurtis1836]

1:46 that riff is HARD. The entire thing was sick gotta jam soon!

[@LostSoulAscension]

Thanks Curt! Definitely man