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dust to Dust​.​.​.​(​acapella)

from Kidnapped by Duals

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Dust, Dust, dust
And nothing but
Must I strut this painful pretension of happiness
Only to be falling with a silent thud like tired petals
And trying brings anger and sadness to everyone
So I hold on to as many false security blankets as I can until this world fades away into boringness
But I've got an overstimulated mind that won't sleep, shutdown, or retreat
So boring only drowns into the comfort of fantasizing 6 million ways to die
But death won't suffice to fill the numbness of my nothingness
As this splits the rotting already rotted apple where my heart should be
Where a constantly consuming abyss eats away at where my inner light should be
I still struggle to stand but rather am depressingly drained far deeper than where rock bottom should be
In this untraveled negative space I finally have the aloneness my 6 million nothingnesses craves for
You can name this feeling whatever you want, but don't call me dead
I'm way sadder than that
Label me whatever mental illness stigma suits your fancy, but I ain't depressed
I'm way deader than that
And I wish to save the children, but apparently God needs the numbers for comparisons
So I won't be happy until the future has crumbled unto that very first ancient breath
Let my sarcasm be a blade caught somewhere between the truth you don't want to hear and the illusions you've rationalized to call life happy
I'm a killjoy kitty on a rampage
Don't shoot the anti-everything messenger, just let that unshaking feeling that I'm right chastise and haunt you
Anywhere or time is as good as any to die if I'll wind up in the same place
But behest to the king, I strain-fully struggle for one small meager step forward
While simultaneously being strangled by a thousand invisible ropes in all directions
“This is called progress”
Says my far away face trillions of light-years away in quite some cold ago
From hither, comes my tragic tears I can't cry anymore
Figures the innumerable figure of human identity
A google uncountable fractured fragments that used to share some poor pitiful shattered semblance of my soul's reflection
reflecting the inner heart of a heartless soulless being
And I couldn't put these worthless pieces of self back together even if I wanted to
So I lay motionless, entirely exposed in an underwater whirlpool where the devil chants to me in endless circles
A paralyzed paramecium
A couple cells short of a single-celled prokaryote
Dust, Dust, dust
Or whatevers left of anything less...

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from Kidnapped, released June 9, 2017
Poetry & Performance by Duals
Mixed & Mastered by Duals

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