Sporatica

I wrote this song in one of my darker moods, quite depressed actually. Tormented as I usually am, by the war between my aesthetic and practical sides, and their order of priority to me at any given time, AND usual life garbage, I take my refuge in music. This is the result. It's bleak, and straightforward, so no need for me to explain further. Even though it's depressing, the harmonized vocals have a spirit lifting quality... Weird.

Download "Decomposition"

I know it's dark before it's bright
but I just can't see the light
I feel the wearing of my soul
my mind is wandering

The torment can't outweigh the pain
of sheer existence on this plane
Waiting for some God to take my hand
and prove salvation

Crawling, walking, running, falling down,
I've followed through yet failed somehow
Emancipate me from this shell
and free my anger

(chorus)
Why, oh why is it true? After today we're through.

I embrace what is left of my mind
for fear of what I leave behind
I taste defeat yet once again
there is no savior...

Why - do I go on acting?
Lie - to percieve me another way.
Try - to feel as if I do belong
Lost - cause I'm different some way.

Why - can't they see right through me?
Lie - cause it'll make it all right
Try - to raise the world around me
Lost - decomposition of soul