A Constant Knowledge of Death - After the Prints of His Beloved Feet Lyrics

The cyclical nature
The crumbling mulch and the splintering veins
And the roaches just small enough to dig under my nails
The secrets they whisper
Silence eroding to azure bloom

The daggers, the nagging forms
They erupt
Like a shattered glacier striking the void
They erupt
And silos overflowing with molding grain
They erupt
With the fury of a vulture scorned
Beating wings and thrashing beak
Through the shimmering flecks of gore

Staring down at the driven wounds
In the space between the mirror and the radiance
Hands maul the torrid landscape
Bearing witness to chromatic stone
Fragments untainted
Dust to baptize my tortured soul

Though the fog is oppressive
Thick with lingering dusk
Cutting rays of reverence
Illuminate the seeds of those
Who flourished by my presence
A lucid reality unveiled
A testament to being

And time
And time
And time
Again and again
I must remember
That lavender will thrive
Through the overwhelming weeds
The blossoming harvest
Distortion respite

I have become dreams
Paintings brushed with
The feathers of my fingertips
Feature fast those exalted
Framed in oak and bronze varnish
The memories that shine the brightest

I have been consumed by soft white noise
Empathy
I have been consumed by soft white noise
Salvation

Comes
Freedom
Amen

Sun and clouds
Cull the drought