Ashenspire - Plattenbau Persephone Praxis lyrics
[Ashenspire - Plattenbau Persephone Praxis lyrics]
The white noise is wasting me
A thousand spinning plates and
Nobody’s doing the dishes
Breathe in, the body rises
Exhale and the mind sinks
Cloying brains brought back from the brink
Another stimulant, another drink
With coffee-stained nerves and
Finger-stained keys
Furrowing digital fields
Hands lashed to the plough
Let it be this, let it be now
Searching for meaning in the
Depths of the well
In the wiring inside, in the ringing of bells
The coding of elegancе
The gatekeeping of eloquеnce
Where sparking switchboards dazzle and
Dance into deference
Where starry eyes meet light pollution
Where word of mouth meets
Gathered feet and dissolution
We’re each kept in the dark
As the black bagging begins
Kicked out on the street for their sins
I won’t be dragging my feet any more
Than they’re dragged through the mud
Hands riddled with wages
Fists dripping with blood
Why do the hungry pick all the food?
Why do the naked sew sequins
Secluded in sweatshops?
Why do the capitalists blame
Those without jobs?
We’re all in, all in up to our necks
Horizons foreshortened with your nose
To the ground
The wasting starts younger than birth
The coping narcotics bloom neglect
And a face in the dirt
A beating to sate latent hurt
And, after all, things can’t get worse
When it’s the third time this year
You’ve carried friends from a hearse
As if for hunger we yearn
As if to cauterise a burn
How the Mighty Have Vision ashenspire
Béton Brut ashenspire
The Law of Asbestos ashenspire
I gazed into the tubes to find reason
And cathode rays beamed through my each
Every nerve persephone
The natrescent glow of the after dark Styx
And skin of white phosphorus leave me
Transfixed on the monitor
And I see you there, and squinting revealing
These pixels depicting your fear
The marble as cold as objectification
No will of your own
Still passed between unfeeling hands
With head to the glass, I wept
A thousand spinning plates and
Nobody’s doing the dishes
Breathe in, the body rises
Exhale and the mind sinks
Cloying brains brought back from the brink
Another stimulant, another drink
With coffee-stained nerves and
Finger-stained keys
Furrowing digital fields
Hands lashed to the plough
Let it be this, let it be now
Searching for meaning in the
Depths of the well
In the wiring inside, in the ringing of bells
The coding of elegancе
The gatekeeping of eloquеnce
Where sparking switchboards dazzle and
Dance into deference
Where starry eyes meet light pollution
Where word of mouth meets
Gathered feet and dissolution
We’re each kept in the dark
As the black bagging begins
Kicked out on the street for their sins
I won’t be dragging my feet any more
Than they’re dragged through the mud
Hands riddled with wages
Fists dripping with blood
Why do the hungry pick all the food?
Why do the naked sew sequins
Secluded in sweatshops?
Why do the capitalists blame
Those without jobs?
We’re all in, all in up to our necks
Horizons foreshortened with your nose
To the ground
The wasting starts younger than birth
The coping narcotics bloom neglect
And a face in the dirt
A beating to sate latent hurt
And, after all, things can’t get worse
When it’s the third time this year
You’ve carried friends from a hearse
As if for hunger we yearn
As if to cauterise a burn
How the Mighty Have Vision ashenspire
Béton Brut ashenspire
The Law of Asbestos ashenspire
I gazed into the tubes to find reason
And cathode rays beamed through my each
Every nerve persephone
The natrescent glow of the after dark Styx
And skin of white phosphorus leave me
Transfixed on the monitor
And I see you there, and squinting revealing
These pixels depicting your fear
The marble as cold as objectification
No will of your own
Still passed between unfeeling hands
With head to the glass, I wept