Rivers Of Nihil - Where Owls Know My Name lyrics
Tracks 01. Cancer/Moonspeak
02. The Silent Life 03. A Home 04. Old Nothing 05. Subtle Change (Including The Forest Of Transition And Dissatisfaction Dance) 06. Terrestria III: Wither 07. Hollow 08. Death Is Real 09. Where Owls Know My Name 10. Capricorn/Agoratopia 01. Cancer/Moonspeak Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
Fear, fear drowns the mind
In this kingdom of mine And standing in the hall; the faces of them all Real, like empty space They know what I became 02. The Silent Life Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
The sun leaves on its own
A simple passage of the days that I have wasted I feel the summer slipping through These aging fingers Compelled to walk upon the same path that I have tread so long Still nothing changes A simple passage to a place that I have come to know I still remember A better time When the thoughts that we had connected Between our open eyes We say goodbye, to a life that's been mostly silent, Erroneously lead. Strive to complete myself It seems my work is never truly done. I see your face, barely through the haze You see a life, erroneously lead. There's hope in younger days There's warmth within the past that's so familiar I forget just why I came here I Hope that you remember Home. All this time I've wasted In my self-righteous anger Oh the years I've lost To this profound indifference I find my direction A solemn duty owned Mine, it is mine alone To watch this world expire Like machines, we embrace Cold limbs connect A silent, errored life Slipping into oblivion Lead astray through endless days Silent now, the words so loud My mind is drifting out Between perception of a dream and what is real Now all I have is lost with you I hope that you remember A better time When the lights were all so candescent That reached me from the sky We say goodbye, to a life within dead horizons Erroneously lead. Strive to escape myself It seems my work is never truly done I see your shape, falter in the wake Of a life erroneously lead 03. A Home Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
The day, the day that you left here
A crown was placed upon me I was the king of nothing Inside this cell of skin Thoughts like ice against the wall In a home where lies taught us all Relax into that place deep within Deep in the skin, you know where you've been Why don't you sing to me? A song of sanctuary You could have all you wanted Sing You could build it all from nothing Sing to me You can live a life alone Sanctuary But you can never call this A home that's beneath us Somewhere the light won't reach us The sky and the earth that birthed you Just another burden that hurts too Much to say, just separate from all These faces you cannot recall I'd do the same, and leave just how I came King for today But a fool forever Relax, and come on home You could have all you wanted Sing You could build it all from nothing Sing to me You can live a life alone Sanctuary But you can never call this home You can never call this home Relax deep within Inside this cell of skin You can never call this home King today Fool forever 04. Old Nothing Music by Jonathan Topore, Brody Uttley Lyrics by Jake Dieffenbach
Forgo the falls which rain with fear, farce are their depths.
Illusions are woven beings, the masquerading of death Where eternity folds itself to wind the projection reel A casket lowered renders the truth, an existence unveiled. Rejoice. Commend. Re-live. The beginning of ends. Rejoice. Commend. Re-live. The beginning of ends. Spiraling beyond this seamless seal Lies a destined view of tranquility within fleshless fields. Commence thy spirit Behold this integral fate, Spawn of radiant rapture and shape. As I fold & drift in this void, I leave this world of fire, texture and taste. In the absence of light That was coiled and bound I reflect upon the balance That once shone. Hush. Don't speak. No more. The feeling is gone. Oh, fleeting feeling of bond You've been loyal in my loneliness You aid my growth, build me to be strong. Rejoice. Commend. Re-live. Oh, the nothing, old friend. Rejoice. Commend. Re-live. Oh, the nothing, old friend. Commence thy spirit 05. Subtle Change (Including The Forest Of Transition And Dissatisfaction Dance) Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
Can you explain
This subtle change That dull, sweet ache That takes my mind To a place where nothing can see Dissatisfied, as you drift back to what you were Before, before you came here I'm losing some pieces, here at the end And I can't find exactly where I came in Drifting backwards into nothing Oh, my god it's watching me and moving in me I feel its sickness in me I see sickened, entropic vision Death above me, and rot below I feel the change Can you explain This subtle change That dull, sweet ache That takes my mind To a place that I can't remember What could it be This all-enveloping white It wants to decompose me They want this living husk Eyes move in silence Through a blanket of night The air here is stagnant This wood void of light Not for the eyes of silence Withered in this wicked copse They only seek to change me From man to fetid rot Speaking to me, the only voice I hear Caresses me with its cold and static logic Moving backwards through a forest of transition, I'm drifting backwards into nothing Can you explain (I don't think they can hear me) This subtle change (Is the forest screaming?) Can you explain (Stark dissatisfaction) I can't remember why I came here 06. Terrestria III: Wither Music by Brody Uttley
And with fall, frailty.
07. Hollow Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
As I walk through the shallows of my distant mind
I see the forms of faces I had long forgot They search and reach, though their secrets I will keep Despair, oh my child. Everything that we've worked for is gone. And I'll keep running away, pulling away, Facing the days that don't seem to end. How can I make amends? Break yourself. Do it again, then you begin. It doesn't seem to end, a hollow sense of self, takes its root within Crush the stone in your hand until it bleeds All of the pain that you've felt now isn't real, it never was Only age and disillusion remain I face it all the same I'll face the endless days Collect my weary bones And touch my fragile skin Making it new again In this world, as disillusion incarnate As this place, grows smaller every day In this world, I feel no presence with me To escape, I'd give it all away Crush the stone in your hand until it bleeds All of the pain that you've felt now isn't real and it never was Only age and disillusion remain The hollow thoughts prevail If there's only one thing I promise It's that you'll turn back And leave this place like a ghost Forever turned away I'll face the endless days 08. Death Is Real Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
For all your ruminations on strength and purpose
There's only dust collecting In a mind where none can find you You've shown a wealth of disease A hand that's broken in fractions A face that's masked in decay With no body to call his own now He's turning inward I, I've lost faith There's only ugliness here Only death can find me So we know that nothing's true In all your life there's deception That somewhere truth can be found In a house where faith has failed you There is no use in defending A hand that's broken in fractions A face that's masked in decay With no body to call his own now He's turning inward I, I've lost faith There's only ugliness here Only death can find me So we know that nothing's true We knew another way To live beyond our despair You're gone, we're here So we know that death is real And we know that death is real Thoughts of delusion behind stagnant cold eyes Faces masked inside a house decayed and twisting All around me are the plastic holy relics They remind me of my vibrance, gone Only death can find me 09. Where Owls Know My Name Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
And then I wished you away
I lost those memories Of the days we weren't forsaken, why don't we Just relax our eyes And fall into a dream Let it take my mind Where owls know my name And it gets colder every day Lost in eternity's grasp Withdrawing further from what we have known This mentality that we've built; It's breaking down Still running away from it, you're still dreaming Still hoping that there's something that may be worth seeking You've wasted all that you have been given Still hoping to find a way to make life worth living Lost in eternity's grasp We'll find no way to weather the storm This mentality that we built; Is breaking down All the same; Every path you take You remain Trapped within your shame Go away, far away Separate, from the shame I brought myself to this place Where only owls would know me This reality that I've built Is an empty space 10. Capricorn/Agoratopia Music by Brody Uttley Lyrics by Adam Biggs
Fear, fear drowns the mind
In my kingdom, in my refuge Within this empty room Where I can speak to you A last breath for the earthly In empty space Distant voices chant softly It's beginning to look like a pale facade Another cry for existence Stands to be ignored But it's a pale facade It's a pale facade Hands stretching toward the last day beneath the sun Reaching paradox/in time we will unmake ourselves It's a pale facade Secure in your right to remain Breathing the air you did not earn Like ants coveting Strong sense of dependence No will of its own Walk for centuries to realize all that's left is a fading image Words like fleeting omniscience Cloaked in subtle pain No answer for those needing relief from existence Oh the sight! Oh can it be? I've longed to see that which truly Owns the light A calming wave of incandescent grace Spreads its rot It's a pale facade Hands stretching toward the last day beneath the sun Reaching paradox/in time we will unmake ourselves It's a pale facade Secure in your right to remain Breathing the air you did not earn When the sun doesn't rise And the hope of light fades Rest these eyes a while I'll see your face |