Despair Is My Mistress (EP)
TRADITION UNDER THE SOUTHERN SKY
I can see the sun falling down.
The fields are clear with night.
Alcohol is pulsing in the hearts.
Uplifting the creatures in their songs.
Strung out, my eyes ascend into grey.
Swim towards ancient sleep.
Tradition in the southern sky.
1864 I'm hollow in decaying oak (Resting).
Only ghosts remain to comfort (That's Right).
The river is cold with dark.
Thank god I'm here.
Tradition in the southern man.
Whiskey forced through a shotgun hallway.
I'm blessed to know where I'm from.
I am born.
Inherited by the southern heat.
I can see the moon falling down.
Moonshine, Fire, and meat prepare.
Tradition in the southern sky.
Tradition in the southern death.
Tradition in the southern man.
I know where I’m from.
Whiskey, Fire, blood, and sweat.
Tradition under the southern sky.
-Lyrics by BUER
FORGOTTEN SONG
Never forgive me.
My fingers pressed against your ruin.
Let me be your nothing.
I'll follow the blood on the floor.
Till your memories render me regret.
The flesh on the floor.
The pill bottles emptied.
These thoughts raping you.
Steal this hallway from me.
Those rooms can no longer withstand.
I'm blood seeping down the tile.
-Lyrics by BUER
DORMIRE
Dreams cold and wet.
Stares drifting into sleep.
Alone and so upset.
I feel the circuits overhead.
Forgetting I'm even here.
Drifting, again---again---again.
Despair is my mistress.
I whisper her a universe of torment.
Into the machines of sorrow.
Distant, death smiles its content.
Sleep is silent.
In dreams wet and cold.
-Lyrics by BUER
THE OLD MAN AND THE MIRROR
Follow me into the dark my child;
This world is frail with us.
Sitting alone – the walls are all the same.
If I could only remember then I'd only be alone.
A chair crawls through the window and exits.
The Ceiling bends backwards and screams.
What have you done to me?
A moment escapes but I'm still here.
The train sleeps past the old songs.
Why must I watch you leave?
Why must I watch you leave me?
Lost in you.
This House cannot rest.
I'm absolved weary with death.
-Lyrics by BUER