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Caustic
03:59
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I chide myself sometimes for bringing my day to a standstill, and write myself a letter of apology, but it never seems to do. The daily drills, best of luck, follow, if you will, go to bed, see it again in a different light.
It takes a step closer to being that much better, but just always seems to fail, to fall short of the conjecture.
I find myself asking it all to improve, but in the end, it’s me who needs to tell myself the truth.
I say that I’m willing to fight, but maybe I’ve just taken the next flight out. The walls around me are all new. The air feels heavy from a fresh coat of paint, the weight comparable to that of my chest. I’ll do my best.
I take a step farther from being that much better, and just always seem to fail, to fall short of the conjecture.
I find myself asking it all to improve, but in the end, it’s me who needs to tell myself the truth.
It takes a step closer to being that much better, but just always seems to fail, to fall short.
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Glacial
03:59
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Shifting sheets and a lack of eyes. It’s fallen upon me like the rain outside. It’s cold and comfort, but a few days time and I’ll be fucked, bedridden and locked down, with a cough that won’t quit.
It’s cold outside, but even colder indoors. I’ve lost the cause, place my trust in hollow words from the past. The mist starts to sting, and I swore this day of the season would be it’s last.
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Kokytos
06:53
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When the floodlights came on, I didn’t imagine a full battalion right behind them.
Keeping me in the dark wasn’t what you’d expected coming back so suddenly.
Now that it's cleared, it's plain to see that
you're alone in this self-imposed river of exile.
When you finally killed the lights, how did you expect me to find my way out of the corner?
You had me in throes, on the floor, and out of my head. Get out of my head.
But I’m here now, stuck in a moment, with nothing left to say.
You're not home, you're locked up in your prison of heart.
You're alone in this self-imposed river of exile.
You're not home, you're locked up in your prison of heart.
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Empyrean
06:11
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“That path, lined with ashes and embers? It’s not yours to walk.”
“Then why is everything dear eventually lost?
I see the funeral pyres for it all, and I’m only getting older.”
“I want it to burn. I want to feel the flames.
I feel unfazed by your hope, and unshaken by your hands around my throat.”
“Maybe it’s best you let go”
“It’s crossed my mind that maybe you were right.”
“It seems to be a trend. Put that fire out now.”
“Not until you leave the room. After all, you’re only getting older.”
“I want it to burn. I want to feel the flames.
I feel unfazed by your hope, and unshaken by your hands around my throat.”
“Maybe it’s best you let go”
“I want it to burn. I want to feel the flames.”
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