1. |
Midnight Mass
03:54
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Is it benign?
Or will they find something so sickening it rots from the inside?
And it's obvious they can't
Pave way for the avant-garde
Stuck with a driving ban and a car that won’t start
Take it out of context
I’ll take it, I’ll take it, I’ll take it, I’ll take
Take it out of context
I’ll take it
And in your absence
I find myself sink into inertia
that door shut like a hurt face
And I’ll pass, I’ll pass, I’ll pass,
I’ll pass on midnight mass
And all the sorry office folk
And all the sorry office folk
Take it out of context
And sue me
Oh take it, take it, take it, I’ll take
I’ll take it
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2. |
Retirement
03:59
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Contraband
Heaven sent
I don't know
Where to stand
All the time
If in doubt
Chew it up
Spit it out
Chamomile
Infantile
Takes a while
Chew it good
All the time
In the mud
Tear it down
Fix it up
Synchronize your senses
Fill your time with elaborate ventures
Fast forward desire
Fast forward retire
Think twice don't speak your mind
Join the queue as they're waiting in line
If I've heard it once I've heard it a thousand times
Contraband
Through the fence
I don't know
Where it lands
All the time
On my own
First world problems
Second homes
Chamomile
Grapeseed
Everything
In-between
All the time
In the mud
Tear it down
Fix it up
Synchronize your senses
Fill your time with elaborate ventures
Fast forward desire
Fast forward retire
Think twice don't speak your mind
Join the queue as they're waiting in line
If I've heard it once I've heard it a thousand times
Cutting holes in the ice of my mezzanine floor and going fishing for compliments
Cruel intentions weigh heavy on my conscience and as the day and my thoughts live on
The bridge is broken, the road is closed there's a 2-ton beast in my bed and I want rid of it
The glass is half full but my brains nearly empty and there's nothing I can do about it
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3. |
Virtual Reality Check
02:39
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This rash symbolizes
This thing in my pocket
This urge it's itching again
This urge it twitching again
Some scars you can't cover up
But you can blacket the truth
Diprobase, it covers the rash
Diprobase, it softens the act
In this life you can see
You have to beg for what's free
Don't be surprised when you come back empty
Welcome to this virtual reality
Fingernails when I wake up
Clawing at my extremities
Fake news and old friends
Fake friends and great sex
As I wail and wonder
I can't dismiss the future
But I've got a back up plan
Believe what's in your hand
What you read
Do you believe?
The powerful control what's powerless
Welcome to this virtual reality check
What you read
Do you believe?
Like I said
This rash
It's all in your head
Hell might be hot but life is a furnace
Chewing you up with no sign of ernest
We are in the epicenter of a glorious catacomb
And you and I form the empty skulls inside
Phobia of affection, click bait I'll believe it
Phobia of the future, has it drawn you in?
Phobia of affection, this rash constantly spreads
Phobia of affection, but how can our future succumb to this?
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4. |
Box Of Frogs
03:38
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Social rounds
Not sure what to do with my hands
Is this ordinary?
Poorly constructed sentences
Staying inside had led to this
I thought that I would not mind
What's going on in my mind?
A constant clench
A visual stench
Where’s my pride?
I saw a man who I wish to find
Doesn’t seem so likely, I can’t lie
I feel stripped, passionless
To an extent of nothingness
I’ll beg to feel free
I’ll beg
I used to be as mad as a box of frogs
Now I’m just as sad as a box of dead ones
And I’ve prolonged the mundane for so long
Catching dust
Wasting time
Grasped no real structure
Bright summer's day
Instead it’s bleak
With a sheer lack of intent to see
All purpose
All purpose
I used to be as mad as a box of frogs
Now I’m just as sad as a box of dead ones
Isolate, isolate
Social restraint, social restraint
Isolate, isolate
A shear lack of intent see, a shear lack of intent see
All purpose, all purpose
All purpose
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5. |
Human Catastrophe
03:59
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My mind says to love thyself it makes life easier
It tells me to go outside so we can breathe the fresh air
I fail to see the relevance
It’s too complex, it makes no sense
And the situation worsens
Human catastrophe or a mind too dense
Human sacrifice at my expense
A dated placard over whitened teeth
A shiny new facade hides what lies beneath
If we just listened to logic and it’d make all our lives easier
Reason rewards the poor and protects from treason
Well I’ve been nothing but charming, so what the fuck are you laughing at?
Let’s see if this animal looks so cute in its natural habitat
And as the shadows pass the tension builds
As the structure above grows weaker the tension builds
As we edge ever closer the tension builds
As I finally collapse it builds and builds
As the structure above grows weaker
As we edge ever closer
And I finally collapse it builds and it builds
So lately I’ve been living vicariously by staring out the window
And as the tension builds I practice altruism at the highest level
Like a sock threadbare at the heel my patience is thinning
And all the while
The tension building
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6. |
False Objects
04:08
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I hear, in the night
something strange
At first it disappears then comes back again
I can feel it, I can taste it in the air tonight
Hard to be certain so I linger for a little while
And I breathe a single sigh and it soothes me
My stomach turns
I grow concerned
And start to flee
If you don't mean it then don't say it
Do you even try?
I seek the solace of the silence so I think you'll find
Too many days, turn into nights
Too many nights end with compromise
Too many institutes will preach to you with false prophets
Too many institutes will coerce you with false promise
And that feeling
As the rot sets in
And I feel it
Sinking in
I think it's fantastic, I think it's fantastic
the way it bends the way it moves the way it shapes itself
It's like a liquid
One that's highly addictive
Too many days, turn into nights
Too many nights end with compromise
Too many institutes will preach to you with false prophets
Too many institutes will coerce you with false promise
This is the human form, this is the human form
There is no way to raise complaints Re: trajectories we're on
Just grin and bear
If you don't share it do you even try?
I don't believe that there is more to you than meets the eye
And just like that I step outside
And underneath the open sky
Nestled just beyond a light-year there's a signal that is burning bright
And in tongues I do not recognise
I'm comforted by tired eyes
And this feeling unwinds
And that feeling
As the rot sets in
And I feel it
Sinking in
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7. |
Character Building
02:41
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Over the weekend I have an epiphany
It’s such a privilege to live in this city
With all you people so well-intentioned
And all of those that we fail to mention
Woke up this morning and I found god
Went to church, walked my dog
Put on a wash and did some boxing in the park
I don't sleep so I fight the dark
And it shines so bright here I must be in heaven
The sun shines so bright I must be in heaven
A thousand days reduced to none
A hundred lifetimes lived in one
A thousand days washed in sin
I catch a bite, and reel it in
The nanny state looks after me
I work so hard for place to sleep
And my friends love one another
And my family love one another
I go to the uni in Leicester
I haven’t been to a single lecture
I blame my parents that I am stupid
Nobody loves me and I blame cupid
And it shines so bright I must be in heaven
The sun shines so bright I must be in heaven
The lakes are filled with acrid waters
Let's save the world for our sacred daughters
One man speaks out through silence
Peaceful protests turn violent
Over the weekend I had an epiphany
There’s nothing left for me in this city
How can I change the world if I cannot speak?
If I've got no arms then how can I eat?
This morning when I asked god
All he did was reply with a nod
But that doesn’t work when it’s an open question
I further probed but not a single suggestion came
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8. |
Behind The Curtain
04:35
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In the waiting room there isn’t a seat
Look to the future but it all seems bleak
Try to believe then you will find sanctuary
And we can bask in the light of eternity
Quick trip from roof to the pavement
Watch as my brain seeps through to the basement
How fast can a man reach terminal velocity?
And how fast can a man flee the country?
And dare I speak so highly of kin and draw up distinctions?
Making well thought decisions without influence
Make a poor choice then plead ignorance
I’m fragile and unstable
I live my life based on Aesop’s fables
But trip up on every sentence
If we treat grief with reverence
I pay my respects to the clerk
He looks at me benevolent
And there’s wealth from all this suffering
As I pay my respects to the clerk
He walks away muttering
Sick to my stomach with nothing to find
I've got no place to be but I’m always in line
It’s not about you ‘cause I won’t give you the pride
Was it something I said?
No, I’m always in line
Nothing to show but middle class dating
When your taste in people is amazing
Then we’ll sit down and eat a catered lunch
I can’t breathe and I haven’t for months
And in the end there’s broken bones
Tears pour from broken homes
There’s something here but it seems uncertain
With subtle nods from behind the curtain
Nothing to show and what comes next but passport photos and a shared address
Redemption comes in the form of a joke;
There isn’t any, but we still have hope
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9. |
Winter Of Existence
04:37
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Power levels critical, major systems offline
My body yearns for a change of tide
Seasons change and seasons grow
Reason thin and reason slow
I'm gonna need another reason to go
I'm gonna need another reason to go
Through this saturated smile
thoughts are running wild
Not much sense all the while
Could it be a form of sin hidden from deep within?
Or more likely
incidentally,
positively full
Through the crack in the door it's easy to see
Like a frail grasp, to such a degree
No draught or smog is thicker than this social pressure
Bite sized pieces to an unsolvable puzzle
drift around my consciousness while I trudge and struggle
I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this (Repeats)
Tell the secrets before they go
let it spread like wildfire
And I say what I mean and I mean what I say
so let's talk about it
When I see it I'll believe it
until then I'll have to take what's coming to Me
Run away from pleasure
Run towards pain
Unknown of any consequences
I can't stand to see, I'll pretend to be
somebody else's child
All things aside, all these problems of mine
put to bed for now
And if you're so inclined and the are stars align
I'd take your chances now
Picture this instead,
at the water's edge,
Begrudgement waits ahead
I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this (Repeats)
Twice I've been struck
Once been led astray
Zero consolation
Mainly just decay
In a poor attempt to cross the finish line,
I've used up all my chances to solely pass the time
And what can I say
In this winter of existence
I'll take it day by day
By the gods I'll pray
If this is the final act then don't anticipate a grand finale
You'll have more chance finding resolution down a blind alley
I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this (Repeats)
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