1. |
Sinnespalatset
10:15
|
|||
Dysfunktionens elegans
Har du någonsin befunnit dig någon annanstans?
Klaustrofobiskt inåtvänd
En uppdämd flod av avsky, ständigt fylld till bristningsgränsen
Avtrubbad bortom synd och fromhet
Hemmastadd i ett liv av tomhet
Snart finns bara längtan kvar
Din gömda trädgård står och ruttnar bakom stängda portar
Enslighetens harmoni
Du visste säkert att det var så här det skulle bli
Varje dag krymper fönstret -
Tiden kvar till att bryta mönstret
Dina lustar för din talan; blir din mening
Varje spår av högre syfte tynar bort
Blott i tyngdlös, drömlös dvala når du rening
I sinnets stiltje, bakom stängda ögonlock
Ändå blir du besviken av att se att vi är precis som du
Kalla hycklare, regerade av drifter, fördomar och komplex
Kulisserna rivs itu
Du var aldrig inget
Men du blev aldrig något
Lotsad hamn till hamn av tröstens vind på hoppets vågor
Det räckte ej att vilja -
Du gjorde ingen skillnad
Du gjorde ingen skillnad
|
||||
2. |
Facade
08:37
|
|||
And so, the behemoth crumbles
From the sun, our sworn protector
Collapse, reducing inertia
As the paint once dry has started to peel
We watched, we breathed the ash
Like flies on the wall, the derelict sons and daughters of apatheia
Letting deities dissolve
And monuments shatter
We scrape by, feeding off the grains
But like rats, we eat,
All on the platter
Until choking on what remains
We now stand
With a blatant disregard
for that which is holy, letting
Deities dissolve
And monuments shatter
May the earth reabsorb our existence
In a decade, from coinage to carrion
Ramshackle shelters where once steel arches loomed
Former streets erode into gravelly canyons
Carving deep a tale of simian doom
We clung so desperately, trying to mend
The widening disconnect to the we fauna we fled
We watched this, breathed the ash
As the rats in the walls, royally lumped together, as we brace for the fall
Letting deities dissolve
And monuments shatter
We scrape by, feeding off of the grains
But like rats, we eat,
All on the platter
Until choking on what remains
We now stand
With a blatant disregard
for that which is holy, letting
Deities dissolve
And monuments shatter
May the earth reabsorb our existence
Eden no longer remembers our names
Neglect has fueled dementia
And as God plays dice with us all,
I swear, the luscious plains devolve
|
||||
3. |
Hyper Nation
05:29
|
|||
Ravenous whirlpools in the gutter
Iron teeth lurking ‘neath the surface
Sweet pitch black december dystopia
Miserably wet with what should've been snowfall
Currently out of office
Closed until further notice
Vacant storefronts promise no warmth
Everything must go, and so everyone went
But I remained
Aimlessly I wander
Neurochemically inert
Lured into this tomb of a city
Paving stones like scorched earth
Glancing up, envisioning the blinding light of day
Incandescent landscapes burning through the canopy
A parenthesis in paragraphs of grey
I must escape
Devolved instincts of hibernation
Make their presence known up north
Anxiously we seek sedation
Ushering the days forth
And to think we traded sunlit plains for this
I shake my head and journey on into the nothingness
And as ashen spires encapsulate my world
I reminisce
|
||||
4. |
Transponder
07:17
|
|||
Indifference, a reoccurring theme
We're pissing down a landfill
of dilapidated dreams
It all seems distant - as if out of our control
Fast-forwarding existence
While we ease into our suffocating molds
This was meant for you
Tantalizing pipe dreams:
A pastime free of charge
On the run from the world
and yourself all at once
Caught in the narrowing gap
Between all that surrounds you
And all that you are
Surrender and break free of your restraints
Gently close your eyes and it feels like falling
Faint echoes of escape
Retransmit these thoughts off to somewhere we're not
Pleading for justice, put your trust in thin air
Leaving, neglecting what's in fact there
Ett hjärtslag (one heartbeat) i sänder (at a time)
Vi sänder inifrån (we transmit from within)
Vårt budskap (our message), transponder - låt det ej förgås (perish not)
Vi famlar (we stumble) i mörkret (in darkness) på levnadslustens gräns (on the brink of life)
Vi bönar (we beg you), transponder, bär vår frekvens (carry us)
|
||||
5. |
Reluctant Reemergence
04:27
|
|||
Backlit silhouettes
Framed by a golden halo
The tranquil groves brought back to life
Maple branches join the zephyr
In unison they sing
As the droplets in their manes refract the evening light
This is what I've come to love
Oaken vaults of timeless patience
Uncaring, unknowing - If I only knew how
And is this not what you claim to love?
You've a violent way of loving
Do these barbed wire fences somehow signify hope?
You've set fire to the land we were once taught to share
Corrupted the meanings of epics and effigies
Spare my senses your soul-sucking vitriol
How did patriots end up this pitiful
Fuck your delusional wet dreams of the past
They've never held true and they never last
In your midst my pride feels like shame
Now the branches are shrieking and crackling in flames
In time you'll be gone, you won't be missed
It's time you live as you learn and left
|
||||
6. |
Become Different
06:31
|
|||
When will I become different
I'm still waiting, you know
How could I become different
Can't be done, I'm told
Feigning composure again
Awaiting the storm
These ripples are miniscule, but always present
Won't take much for waves to form
Why does faking always pay off
While attempts amount to nothing
This vapid projection of self love
Told by selves worth loving
In the end, our struggles and scribbles
Are all met with celestial indifference
Our lines drawn in sands next to macrocosmic tides, they're soon extinguished
If only I weren't so conditioned
To tarnish all pleasure with doubt
If only I'd gain some perspective
Get out of my head just this once
But I've tried looking in from the outside
And somehow it all just gets worse
A tightrope of forced introspection
Is mine to traverse
Waiting
Holding on
When did I become different
I must've missed it in my sleep
All I know is the picture in the passport
Shows a face I can only just remember
|
||||
7. |
Återblick
09:53
|
|||
Branta klippor kantar vår stig
Krönet vältrar sig fåfängt i det disiga skenet
Hur kan något så nära verka så främmande?
Silkeslen svärta sluter sig sakta runt minnet
En spjäla har lossnat i stängslet av kolsvart gjutjärn
Och bildat en reva i tillvarons hägn,
En tillfällig tillflykt från lustgårdens lekplats
Som syddes igen med metalliska stygn
Återigen blickandes genom stängslet
Denna gång i motsatt riktning
Idyllens grönska, till synes obefläckad
Ack, som den hägrar, ack, som den gäckar
Raderad, tillintetgjord
Och precis utom räckhåll
För nu ser jag en till låst port
Utan nyckel
Våra kroppar skrider sakta mot slutet
Nu kan aldrig bli då
Och trots att jag ingenting hellre vill än att stanna
Så måste jag gå
Nu måste jag gå
Nu måste jag gå
|
Fyr Stockholm, Sweden
Stockholm, Sweden
Facebook: www.facebook.com/fyrmetal
Instagram: www.instagram.com/fyr_metal/
Streaming and Download help
If you like Fyr, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp