Sadistik - Mourning Glory lyrics

All these animals and peasants
Chase their capital investments
Vested interests, I'm disinterested
My patterns show obsession
An attic full of questions with
No answers for the standards
Just synapses lapses, passages, suggestions
Past is present man, I hate the summer
So I stay inside days are numbered
They only trace the lines
My sky's rain and thunder
Deface each other, rape and plunder
Bases covered on the basis that I'm basic
Based in basins I'm too drained to slumber
I save the numbers of my dead friends
It makes me wonder
Why it strangely comforts, my brain's asunder
Under suns I've been taken under
Made a hunter
Undertaken where the bugs and aphids clutter
Handshakes feel like cable jumpers
I taste the sunburns but the
Tongue is rarely accurate
Compare their avarice to mine and I
Can't bear the wrath of it
I'm out of it but passionate
Past the fist is a pacifist
A satirist like Jonathan
Swift's mental paralysis
I'm harlequin, walking dead
Coughing phlegm no oxygen
Generation Y am I supposed to
Do it? Talk to them i lost my innocence
Drifted into the distance
Went from different to indifferent
Get sickened by this existence
Mourning Glory
I feel strangled by the chain that
My father used to wear
It dangles by my heart
It was the cross that he would bear
Every time I think of him
I always go to reach for it
‘Cause it reminds me of the sacred
Bond that we would share
Before the costs I'd inherit
The talks that I'd cherish
The loss of a parent made
The loss more apparent
I'm lost in apparent paradox
I can't escape or see
Between faith and grief, pain and ease
They made me pray and
Place my knees on cinder
Blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scars
Make me eat this bitter heart
’til the taste gets sweet
I don't chase my drinks these days
I hate to sound cliché
But it's cliché to say I hate to sound cliché
I may be breaking out these chains today
I'm finally free, amiss in this abyss
I guess I'm spiralling
It's standard stuff, flashing floods
That's my blood you're siphoning
A side of me's beside it'self
For anchoring in Hell
But, I can't see the light I
Need to save me from myself
It's Mourning Glory

I got these bars in my
Head like I'm Phineas Gage
This gauge is on empty so give me some space
Spaced out from the memories I didn't erase
Rays pound all around me, kissing my face
Face down, down on my luck
Lust for the crown
Crown in my cup, coupled amounts
Mountains erupt
Ruptures I count, count downs downtrodden
Trot around downtowns 'til I
Drown in a bottle, like
And now I'm reading Walden
Walled-in like I'm sleeping in a coffin
Coughin' while I'm breathing in the toxins
Talk sins when I'm needing to absolve them
Themselves, set sail, sail set
Hellbent, inhale, tell sins
Send tales of the tailspins
Tip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends

She called me blue flower
More like Morning Glory
My port is storming every time she
Tries to ford it for me
They’re always warring on the inside
There’s Morning Glory on the inside

Can’t hurry the morning light
I tried with all my might
I’m hanging upside down facing to the ground
’Til I bring back the fire