indie
rock
acoustic
duo
folk
americana
oklahoma
acoustic rock
ok
acoustic folk
acoustic indie
richard hall
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Lyrics
I believe I'm in beginning stages
Of awareness of my own sins
Of an empty, blank sulkiness
Of never ending distress
While my brothers feed on each other
Tearing apart flesh and limbs
I realize we can find no joy
And without God there's emptiness
If my refusal to be awoken
Is what put me in this place
Then let me be buried forever
So that I'm out of the way
I'm trying to sing my songs
But I only form broken words
I'll forever gurgle at your feet
Knowing I'll never ever be heard
And as anger overcame them
In the lives they had before
They begin to bite their own bodies
Fueled by their wrathful cores
Brutal, vengeful and awful is all they'll ever be
Hopeless, sullen, withdrawn is what best describes me
"In weeping and in grieving," a man once said to me
"Accursed spirit, may you long, may you long remain"