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Prelude
00:57
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Life, Leave Me
06:42
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i glimpse the rise of morning sun
with new stories to be writ
eager from the nights respite
and as i wake
i wonder how
i ended up this way
what vile dreams
has the night inspired
to shroud precious light
that which ive desired
idle thoughts, idle time
nothing stirs these hands of mine
no glimpse of golds
blissful heart or whimsical songs
clouds push gray rainbows cross the sky
what empty comedy
shall serve as my muse today
what hollow laughter
will heal my scars
the weight of years i carry
a blackened plight i shift
from shoulder to shoulder
a load i am damned to bear
my voice echoes these empty halls
imprisoned in these walls
these walls are but my own I’ve made
i breathe my own sick stench
foul
aged
depraved
and still
i pray for what?
for an end to meet me
and still
i pray for life that always finds ways to defeat me
and i pray for life to leave me
and i pray for life to leave me
leave me
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3. |
A Ghostly Plight
03:18
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come take my hand
lets dance in darkness
let my ghost guide you
don’t be afraid of the things I’ll show you
all ill wills
Ill wills
ill wills
a pointless shrill I’ve mustered
ill wills
a pointless life
lived flustered
ill will
my life means nought
no words
no feelings
no substance
only noise
no color
no genius
no talents
only noise
no talent
only noise
no taste
no palette
no passion
only noise
no love
no spirit
no warmth
only noise
no taste
no palette
no passion
only noise
no love
no feelings
no passion
i am noise
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5. |
Wandering Depths
03:13
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Wandering depths within my mind
Venturing paths I knew not I'd find
Awe stricken; soul less driven
I found a love I had not given
Attempting to tame a
sea of madness
While ardently pursuing
sadness
What direction did I come?
Forward, back?
Location I lack
If only I could see the sun
A cosmic knowledge
lingers here
And gods who scream and
weep and fear
Color first, last is dark
Never to disembark
A prisoner to my clarity
A prisoner within my own reality
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You are a cancer
a tumor inside
there is no cure
only to die
your essence woven
into my mind
the roots run deep
and disturb my sleep
I want to die
and i know why
I’m getting old
and my future’s foretold
I want to die
and I know why
I’m getting old
and my futures foretold
so here i lie
life passing me by
a poignant waste
ill take my leave from this place
I’m a well of woe
so lonely below
i want to cry
but this well has run dry
an empty space
an expressionless face
now sealed in fates fold
This well has run dry
a disheartened foe
a cheerless crow
a vacant tomb
a lifeless womb
a vacant tomb
a lifeless womb
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7. |
Unknown
13:36
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