"Majora" lyrics
(feat. Ben Duerr)
Do you feel the guilt that your joy was never enough?
Manufacture pain just so you can sell it to us
The path you chose left more than a mark
Where's the light when my shadow follows you in the dark?
When my shadow follows you in the dark
Impressive invisible hosts
I bet their ghosts would paint a picture of joy
For the life they lived was a bigger act
Than all their words in fact
All were merely borrowed in hopes that when they were ghosts
People would have something to fear and maybe respect
Oh what a life of jest
Suckling from the tits like two orphaned brats
The painting of pictures
The wearer of many hats
Little boys
Deceivers of believers
From the comfort of masks
Who are you really
When comfort retracts?
Impressive invisible hosts
I bet their ghosts would paint a picture of joy
For the life they lived was a bigger act
Than all their words in fact
All were merely borrowed in hopes that when they were ghosts
People would have something to fear and maybe respect
Oh what a life of jest
Suckling from the tits like two orphaned brats
You take, you take, you take, you take, you take
You always fucking take it
When you feel joy, why you rip it away?
What do you feel when there's nothing to say?
Is it ever enough? Is it ever enough?
Why do you feel when there's no one to trust?
When you see the joy in others, why do you want to rip it away?
Do you feel the guilt that your pain was never enough?
Do you feel guilt?
Floccinaucinihilipilification
A thick stain
Professional waste of air
(Die)
Katabasis
Madness of mind
Spiraling spite, waiting to die
Septic epiphany smeared in the eyes
Damages lacerating every surrounding figure, twisting the knife
I can no longer shield my eyes
I cannot feel anything on the inside
And I can never escape the ever-amplifying cries of my own mind
Forced to relive it
Take a seat and watch the insanity exhibit
Spiraling spite, waiting to die
Manufacture pain just so you can sell it to us
The path you chose left more than a mark
Where's the light when my shadow follows you in the dark?
When my shadow follows you in the dark
Impressive invisible hosts
I bet their ghosts would paint a picture of joy
For the life they lived was a bigger act
Than all their words in fact
All were merely borrowed in hopes that when they were ghosts
People would have something to fear and maybe respect
Oh what a life of jest
Suckling from the tits like two orphaned brats
The painting of pictures
The wearer of many hats
Little boys
Deceivers of believers
From the comfort of masks
Who are you really
When comfort retracts?
Impressive invisible hosts
I bet their ghosts would paint a picture of joy
For the life they lived was a bigger act
Than all their words in fact
All were merely borrowed in hopes that when they were ghosts
People would have something to fear and maybe respect
Oh what a life of jest
Suckling from the tits like two orphaned brats
You take, you take, you take, you take, you take
You always fucking take it
When you feel joy, why you rip it away?
What do you feel when there's nothing to say?
Is it ever enough? Is it ever enough?
Why do you feel when there's no one to trust?
When you see the joy in others, why do you want to rip it away?
Do you feel the guilt that your pain was never enough?
Do you feel guilt?
Floccinaucinihilipilification
A thick stain
Professional waste of air
(Die)
Katabasis
Madness of mind
Spiraling spite, waiting to die
Septic epiphany smeared in the eyes
Damages lacerating every surrounding figure, twisting the knife
I can no longer shield my eyes
I cannot feel anything on the inside
And I can never escape the ever-amplifying cries of my own mind
Forced to relive it
Take a seat and watch the insanity exhibit
Spiraling spite, waiting to die
