Everybody wears their hunger in their haunt.
You can see it in the eyes.
How’s the saying go - like recognizes like?
Spellbound and broken
enchanted by our shades.
of glamour
what’re we to make?
of what’s living in these troubled times?
Everybody, every body gather round
bear witness if you can.
The woods whisper, stay with the trouble
Let the fires do the work.
dancing in the smoke,
we’re falling in again.
Everybody bears the pain
What I wouldn’t give,
What I wouldn’t give to make it all end.
Chorus:
Are we the serpent’s snout or tail?
Substrate to visions in
Arjuna’s mind.
the Devourer.
When 7 years is a quarter of your life
how could you know anything otherwise?
“There is wisdom in the daring
There is wisdom in the wound.”
Perennial fight with the mask that possesses you.
There’s a parasite with purpose
that we can’t deny,
Are we feed to
the Devourer?
What I wouldn’t give to keep alive.
What I would not give.
What I would not give to keep alive.
Are we the serpent’s snout or tail?
Substrate to visions
in Arjuna’s mind.
the Devourer.
What I would not release to keep myself alive.
What I wouldn’t give to help you survive.
Where would I be?
Where would I be? Devour devour
Devourer.
What I wouldn’t give to keep alive.
Devour devour
What I wouldn’t give to help you survive.
Devour
What I wouldn’t give to keep myself alive.
Devour devour
What I wouldn’t give to help you survive.
Devour
What I wouldn’t give,
what I wouldn’t give to keep alive.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter