Arrows from Pareidolia by Arcane-Gel
Tracklist
| 4. | Arrows | 3:23 |
Lyrics
So, what is love but unorderly death
The thoughts of an author, poured into text
More than just sex and maudlin stress
Caught in hex, yes... that's the coroners guess
It's learning how to fall to all you've confessed
A call to let go, of your caution the depth
Such a gorgeous mess of enormous breadth
A cause to defend until courtship ends
The thorn and the rose, a torture we blessed
It can alter your breath, 'til it's all that is left
Not a fool, a jest, so you ought to know best
Although yet, led to the slaughter instead
It seeps into your voids 'til the mortar is set
It's hard break free when your walls are condemned
Caught in the call of the meds
How can it cause such stress, if it's all in your head
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That fill the sky
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That kill my high
What is love? If not divine excursion
A chemical reactions? Exactly how the science words it?
It underlies your surface, until it smites you worthless
Is it just the finding of a client who provides a service
Nah that's a sleight, disservice, the highs are wild and fervent
Until you slide into the title of compliant servant
But when it's right it's worth it, those butterflies are perfect
It is finding purpose, a kind of righteous worship
The combining of two lives... Sublime immersion
Entwined hoping that our vines don't collide and merge in
Leaving tears that slide to dry until you hide the hurting
Until you think, behind every apple lies serpent
Oh... it is slightly murderous
Trying to confine a pride of lions, silently inside a circus
But If you find it, ignore the worst of it and try to nurture it
Because many strive blindly but die in search of it
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That fill the sky
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That kill my high
So, what is love but unorderly death
The thoughts of an author, poured into text
More than just sex and maudlin stress
Caught in hex, yes... that's the coroners guess
It's learning how to fall to all you've confessed
A call to let go, of your caution the depth
Such a gorgeous mess of enormous breadth
A cause to defend until courtship ends
The thorn and the rose, a torture we blessed
It can alter your breath, 'til it's all that is left
Not a fool, a jest, so you ought to know best
Although yet, led to the slaughter instead
It seeps into your voids 'til the mortar is set
It's hard break free when your walls are condemned
Caught in the call of the meds
How can it cause such stress, if it's all in your head
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That fill the sky
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That kill my high
What is love? If not divine excursion
A chemical reactions? Exactly how the science words it?
It underlies your surface, until it smites you worthless
Is it just the finding of a client who provides a service
Nah that's a sleight, disservice, the highs are wild and fervent
Until you slide into the title of compliant servant
But when it's right it's worth it, those butterflies are perfect
It is finding purpose, a kind of righteous worship
The combining of two lives... Sublime immersion
Entwined hoping that our vines don't collide and merge in
Leaving tears that slide to dry until you hide the hurting
Until you think, behind every apple lies serpent
Oh... it is slightly murderous
Trying to confine a pride of lions, silently inside a circus
But If you find it, ignore the worst of it and try to nurture it
Because many strive blindly but die in search of it
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That fill the sky
What is power without purpose
And doubt can sour worship
A flower without surface
Will wilt and die
My tarot shadows first kiss
And dangles strands of perfect
These arrows carry curses
That kill my high
