77 Knives Songtext
von Futurist

If nightmares that filled the sky
Were lightning, thunder desire
This old house would have burned down a long time ago
Your true nature seizes you

Our language fails to express
The sensation of emptiness
Is it lust or the power to possess you?
Crooked shadows climb the walls like vines

I′d prefer to persist than
Give in to the nihilistic tendencies that I can't seem to evade

Baptized in pheromones
We take for granted the moment when it passes through
If I loosen my grip
You′ll just leave me alone
To dig my own grave
Let me lie to myself


I'd prefer to persist within
My own construct of familiar existence
That I can't seem to recreate anymore
It′s so strange how your face changed
Or how the winds could carry the sand, shifting appearances
This place is formless

I will decay to skin and bones
Distorted entropy
They said the king′s been overthrown
Slight of hand on the screen
I guess I'd rather be alone
Than face this the side of me

I will decay to skin and bones
Unrewarded legacy
They said the king′s been overthrown
Can't believe what′s on tv
I guess I'd rather be alone
Than face this jealousy
I guess I′d rather be alone
Than face this side of me

I will decay to skin and bones eventually