You’ve been torn between opposing forces
The drag of this contingent event is unbearable because of these tectonics that
shift beneath your feet
It is arrogant to disregard and foolish to turn away
An ignorant bliss does not exist in a reality that ceases to live
You are falling forward while falling back
Too adorned with blemishes that hide the facts
This world around you is drifting through an ocean that despises you
And the continent is not content with being connected
You’re relative
Until torn and tattered, departed and disgraced
The life you contrive will have no place
Beget and begotten, your will erased
Its geography has been razed
You are falling forward while falling back
Too adorned with blemishes that hide the facts
You’ve been torn between opposing forces
Until torn and tattered, departed and disgraced
The life you contrive will have no place
Left with only soil beneath your fingernails from the potter’s field
Six feet under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that didn’t yield
This world around you is drifting through an ocean that despises you
And the continent is not content with being connected
You’re relative
Six feet under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that did not yield
You’ve been torn between opposing forces.
The drag of this contingent event is unbearable because of these tectonics that
shift beneath your feet.
It is arrogant to disregard and foolish to turn away.
An ignorant bliss does not exist in a reality that ceases to live.
You are falling forward while falling back.
Too adorned with blemishes that hide the facts.
This world around you is drifting through an ocean that despises you, and the
continent is not content with being connected, you’re relative.
Until torn and tattered, departed and disgraced.
The life you contrive will have no place.
Beget and begotten, your will erased.
Its geography has been razed.
You are falling forward while falling back.
Too adorned with blemishes that hide the facts.
You’ve been torn between opposing forces.
Until torn and tattered, departed and disgraced.
The life you contrive will have no place.
Left with only soil beneath your fingernails from the potter’s field.
Six feet under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that didn’t yield.
This world around you is drifting through an ocean that despises you, and the
continent is not content with being connected, you’re relative.
Six feet Under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that did not yield.
Hands down my favorite ERRA song ever. The lyrics and vocal progressions, the instrumentals, everything. A great summary song of a genre with the heavy and beautiful aspects. And Nothing was the same
I love the way the ending is a little melodic dance running through my head while you hear the full tone of beautiful guitar work! Great song guys! GIVE ME MOAR!
