Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

Tell your despair, my friend, I'll tell you mine
I must've weighed it out a thousand times 

I feel the twitching of my tongue
But words are caught somewhere between my lips and lungs 

I've lost and found God so many times
The chase is all that is keeping me alive 

Is this the way that things have always been?
Writing it off as just original sin 

I can't wash the taste from off my tongue 

You're finding out that it's much harder to sing
when you don't know if the words are what you really believe 

My world's small and gray, my specks are all I see
The ghosts in my ear drown out the songs of birth that beckon to me 

I'm like a well that has long run dry
You drop your bucket down to draw but you're just scraping the sides
And my throat has gone numb from screaming so long
They stopped listening years ago 

Cough constriction from out your lungs 

The light burns ya blind cause it's too bright to see
And they say "son just be grateful that it didn't consume your body"
Your fragile form is unworthy

I was told that the shepherd breaks the legs of his sheep
To protect them from the perils of their wandering
And it's hurting
Strange mercy

Now it feels like you're sinking in a sea of belief
But as you feel your bones snapping did you ever think
It can't be called love that's doing this to you

Strange Light

Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

I cannot shake that sound of footsteps
A noise that shakes my ground and echoes in my eardrum
I'm seeing different sets of footprints
And trying to follow with a phantom at my heels
Can't hear what future's trying to say to me
Because the past knows all my sins and when it speaks it screams 

It always speaks, I always listen,
it splits my head, into divisions
And future ghosts, they blur my vision
I want to run away 

In former days they were translucent
Now they're turning opaque and I can't see light through them 

Its a biting wind in still rooms
Heavy sense of sin gives birth to sickly blooms
I'm tired of calculated steps
I want to run I want to sing I want to love recklessly again 

I feel a great divide
Gaping like a wound
Between old blood and new love
And their pull tears me in two 

I feel an empty space
It's weighing heavy and sits down in my chest
I feel prodigal at best 

Its a biting wind in still rooms
Heavy sense of sin gives birth to sickly blooms
I'm tired of calculated steps
I want to run I want to sing I want to love recklessly again

I'm chasing future ghosts, what I could have been
Being chased by the ghosts of what I should have been

Future Ghosts

Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

History plays its favorite game, repeating
A cycle completing
It returns for me again
A fin in the water
It pulls me down, I don't resist
Cause it feels familiar 

The door was open but I could not pass through
It's pins and needles when I move 

Taste the saccharine pseudo sweet excuses
Let it numb your tongue to joy, to hate, to passion
My flint is dull my tinder's wet
My joints contractured
A pose that I can't break just yet
Because I fear the fractures 

With paralytic mind and akasthasia head
A silent seizure and I die from exhaustion 

My Lord was calling I was staring at my net
Birth is beckoning, I'm 

Wishing I was diseased or asleep cause then
I could say I was unable at least I'm like a candle burning that has been left lit too long
My fuel is fading and I've burned out my wick
I've been sitting in the breakers too long
My body's finally used to the beating
I felt too moved without doin any moving
Glazed over eyes reflect light as the world passes by 

The door was open but I could not pass through
It's pins and needles when I move 

My Lord was calling I was gazing at my net
Birth is beckoning, I'm burying my dead

Paresthesia

Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

Free
Truly free
You got your choices now
Cause God ain't got your limbs on strings
Scratch your itches till they bleed
Filling stomach, filling bed
Cut the roots from off your feet
Severed anchor, driftwood head

Vertigo from watching the world's axis spin underneath
See all your friends as spies
They're plotting your demise
You say the earth's dull and gray; I agree
Of course it's amorphous when you make it bow flat at your feet 

A house
Built alone
Lets in all the rain
But at least it's shelter, feels safe
Grow to love your painting more
Than the muse it was inspired from
You've forgotten your first love
You forgot your native tongue

You'll never get your fill
And you don't even like the taste

And the suns always half down in your sky
Still hoping it's morning that gets birthed from the twilight
They say that to heaven's broad expanse
The entire sum of hell is but one grain of sand

Gray

Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

Such an uneasy beast that we form
Once you leave your God outside of the door
As your mind tries to classify this
It infers that we're lovers, and nothing more
Split out your colors like a prism
Our different shades might disagree
I want to bottle up your ocean
See just the parts I want to see 

You've invited in a wolf
Just to keep the cold away 

It's skin on skin at arm's length
This tale concluded, yet it's still so fresh, so young
We're sharks bathed in bloody water
Assailed with scents but the body is long gone
Where are we going? 

My arms are tired out
From building up new walls
Every time
We push each other's down
We tangle crooked spines
Then carefully pull apart
And reopen our eyes
I wanna hurt you when I leave
And I hate the way you've left your marks on everything around me 

The sermon is absent
But the worship is strong
As she's baptized in light on my bed
For the fourth Sunday this month 

But love is not for us
No, we're too dirty now
So this is best we've got
No we're too dirty now

Prism

Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

I've been busy throwing stones again
Aimed at my own head
And writing all my sins in sand
Mind adjusts to giving up slowly
My compass spun apart
This is body treading in ocean
With no land to swim for 

I want to paint my mind
So someone else can see
the disease in me 

But it comes out as Rorschach ink 

The specks in me
Distorting all that I see
A splinter, a cataract that colors everything
I need a brighter light at my feet
To cut through
My clouded lens
And set my vision free

My brother's planks don't bother me;
My little specks are all I see 

From far off it seems like a speck but in close to me all
My splinters are divining rods that lead me in circles 

Your rose lens is sweet but it hurts my head to see through it

Rorschach

Debut EP "Driftwood Head" available now at https://nativetonguenoise.bandcamp.com/

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