Storm and a Spring Songtext
von Chonny Jash

One time, I tried to sing
About, I don′t know, but it was nothing fucking new
Yet another platitude
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-blah blah"
Is all they heard
Oh, you thought they were listening?
Now, don't be absurd

All the rain comes down the same
But not a drop can stake its claim
Down they pour, with millions more, to the floor with no name

I′m sure you really sang your Heart out
Or I'm sure that's how it seemed
But you and I both know so well, now
That looks can be deceiving
′Cause "blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-blah blah"
Is so overdone
For a man cloaked in daylight, you sure hate the sun


When the tears stream down one day
Obfuscated by the rain
Can you truly say, with a straight face that you tried your best?

(Mr. Mind?)
Yeah?
(What do you see from behind those dead, leaden eyes?)

A Soul so deep, and dark, and eternally cold
And an oath, formed from us both that it would stay whole
But I think if I left it to you
You′d fall under its weight
And kill it too
But I won't let you ruin what we could still be

We have so much left to sing
Such a plain and simple thing
Yet your silence lines this pit in which we have lain

All the rage, despair and shame
That′s been caged, ensnared and flamed
Form this atom bomb of songs refused to be played

So if you insist on crying
While our host is slowly dying
Then I'll cut you loose and spare this noose the dead weight


Silent explosives, this vile scent′s corrosives
The wiles and the woes that these sibilants and plosives
Defer to inside from the errings he hides
He's so confident his throes won′t be found once he's died
But these silent explosives caused violent narcosis

(Repeat until nothing is left to repeat)
This trident he forged is both weapon and motive
(And the universe bursts with an overworked sigh, then)
This world will forget you, neglect, then regret to
(Pretend to pretend to re-crown the creation and)
Enweave the same story the backdrop is set to

(Sing the same songs 'til the clouds start to cry, and then)
The vastness of time, the unrhymable rhymes
(Over and over and over again, and then)
I have heard this before, but I′ll
(Over and over and)
Never again, oh

One time, you tried to sing
About storm and a spring
But they know
How it-