Ashenspire - Restless Giants lyrics
[Ashenspire - Restless Giants lyrics]
So it's come to this all virtues a-rusting
Grotesque form reforming, rain-stained
Walls adoring
As they swarm along their pipelines
The air's all diesel and Dal Bhat
Murmurs and muttering
This places needs sheep like a hospital
Needs the sick perpetual purging, But
It keeps things ticking over, scrambling
Over so much priveleged rubble
The caustic hangover of
Our shame-ridden yesterdays
The key's in your clock, burnished firebox
And wound strike while the iron is shod
Hour after hour they plod
Oscillations profuse - into the
Clamour they sound
All tarred and feathered and set alight
Restless giants, sodden steps in the dusk
And the klaxon resounds in their charred
Scattered husks
I built my scaffold about the crux of matter
Imbruing red in old sand paper
"Just scrape off the sin
And eat what's left
Darling!" Feed the flesh feed the flame
Drive the swine of Gergasa
Into the bitter waves
Under the frenzied mule to scavenge infirm
Decrepit beggars
The rivers are swallowing their
Own tongues again
Gagged with the overripe and spoiling
Their years, drawn up from
The potential well
With a gurgling like melting wax
Cylinder Such triviality! Such inconsequence!
What are the Polybotean to God?
Organic chains without pretence
Carbon murderous, soot-feathered and ripe
A dwelling for the void of
Vision, vapid and finger-pointing
More propagation than gestation
A sad finale, played
Off-key cruel vaudeville, For sure
Grotesque form reforming, rain-stained
Walls adoring
As they swarm along their pipelines
The air's all diesel and Dal Bhat
Murmurs and muttering
This places needs sheep like a hospital
Needs the sick perpetual purging, But
It keeps things ticking over, scrambling
Over so much priveleged rubble
The caustic hangover of
Our shame-ridden yesterdays
The key's in your clock, burnished firebox
And wound strike while the iron is shod
Hour after hour they plod
Oscillations profuse - into the
Clamour they sound
All tarred and feathered and set alight
Restless giants, sodden steps in the dusk
And the klaxon resounds in their charred
Scattered husks
I built my scaffold about the crux of matter
Imbruing red in old sand paper
"Just scrape off the sin
And eat what's left
Darling!" Feed the flesh feed the flame
Drive the swine of Gergasa
Into the bitter waves
Under the frenzied mule to scavenge infirm
Decrepit beggars
The rivers are swallowing their
Own tongues again
Gagged with the overripe and spoiling
Their years, drawn up from
The potential well
With a gurgling like melting wax
Cylinder Such triviality! Such inconsequence!
What are the Polybotean to God?
Organic chains without pretence
Carbon murderous, soot-feathered and ripe
A dwelling for the void of
Vision, vapid and finger-pointing
More propagation than gestation
A sad finale, played
Off-key cruel vaudeville, For sure