When the End Begins

Recorded at Pure Thoughts studio, mixed by Mike Davies.

Tabitha Tamara

Produced by Taylor Spears and Mike Davies

Scapegrace

i’ve got a blank slate to make myself heard / but as i craft this paragraph of dead and disconcerted words / my open-endedness corrupts and i am defined / as you are rightly left scuffed from what’s been lurking in my mind / the greatest truth is found in no set belief / think when colours manifest from the blackness in your sleep / my hate for your love and its timeworn acceptance / gives purpose to this passage while misprizing the message / hi-jack / societal autopilot has swallowed the seed of knowledge and claimed the empty cockpit / we’re on a crash course, straight on down, back to the ground / where the people dance for rain in the absence of sound / an ancient action aching honest with desire / that has been weathering with the ages met its maker in the fire / those aware will be lifted at the chin / and forced to watch it behead itself in hopes to grow again / now, we’re infectious, with a cluster of intentions / with dimensions immense enough to tab our expenses, less / the capacity for growth that we’ve all brushed aside / as it’s gasping below and it chokes with open eyes / this is a kiss of life, but the body’s parched / it’s drinking from its tears and begging with its back arched / yet, we insist on sifting sand into gears / that turn the human mechanism, they have been years / busy besting the best, breathes man / with a flicker of his eye, he loses sight of the lamb / we’ve put the onus on us / so for our magnum opus / we’re building walls off edges that upset uncertain focus / hi-jack / societal autopilot has swallowed the seed of knowledge and claimed the empty cockpit / we’re on a crash course, straight on down, back to the ground / where the people dance for rain in the absence of sound / an ancient action aching honest with desire / that has been weathering with the ages met its maker in the fire / those aware will be lifted at the chin / and forced to watch it behead itself in hopes to grow again

Pseudobility

why do you tremble my dear / i sense a senseless, sorry fear / ascending right up to the top / spilling over every thought / of yours as we change inside / the surface will but fall behind / soon to bloom with sun but moon / sometimes wanders empty skies / and i am sorry for nothing that i’ve done / but do i owe something to someone / to anyone from the accidents that’ve come to pass / that explain the past / beneath every stone unturned / a lifeless lesson lies unlearned / it may be worthy of note / the broken laughter in my joke / i’m better off, perhaps / living in this relapse / of synapses / erasing traces of you and i / until i decide / to give them life again

Pinned Apart

i’m having trouble coming down / this empty town is taunting me in voices that surround / it’s when i slip into descent / that i forget the inner aching of the torment / i know there’s still something left / in everything and it’s infinite / but i can’t count the days / that i have felt this way / no / i’m coming around again / so come and meet me at the foot of the mountain / i’ll be inside the rift of a rock / telling time with a makeshift clock / that’s what the letter said / and for all i know, it was me who wrote it / but i’ve still got some hope / when a feeling dies, all the other feelings grow / i’ve been keeping pace with the time / as the limits repeatedly refine / it’s when i slip into descent / that i forget the inner aching of the torment / there’s still something left / i found the secret in never seeking it / i can’t count the days / that i have felt this way / no

Sundial

you know something that i don’t / it’s about me / in everything you see / i know something that you don’t / forever ill / with the life inside a pill but / this is the last time / i’m unmaking my amends / i’ve been guilty of the trends like / that little naught at the end of my thoughts / yeah, that’s god / the only nonsense / a point that intersects / the internet / an interesting way to / spread all the lies that you’re used to / sunk in a drunken funk but light has come so night will be okay / another day playing charades / a lady that i saw flip a lipstick / with her fingertips in two seconds / she looked into the mirror of her makeup case / at her face of cake erasing what she had in the first place / she couldn’t see herself / but no one can / that’s how the others tell, hell / by way of evolution, everything’s changing still / inside this moment, that one, this one, the one i’ve come to kill / i kill it every single day / every second, every month, and every year in my own way because / i know nothing else / i’m just flowing from the tongue off the bookshelf / a point that intersects / the internet / an interesting way to / spread all the lies that you’re used to / sunk in a drunken funk but light has come so night will be okay / another day playing charades

Charades

as i depart after a day / of outing myself for our sake / it looks alright / yet there is something i feel / this tension clenching / ever so gently / please, keep this to yourself / but i must be going / i ran the road and i think / i’ll swim the rest of the way / if i could give more of myself out than in / i’d need no help again / we’ve met here in the past / i slipped at first but grip has come at last / perhaps, it’s for the best / that we remain open to change / if i could give more of myself out than in / there might be we again / there is always always or forever / what if i give too much / will i be taken to all of those foul rooms to which i’ve closed the door / or is there something / tell me is there any more / surely, there’s more / there is always always or forever

Eternal Return

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