From the recording Salt & Static
Lyrics
I sleep beneath a ceiling drawn
In chalk above a borrowed floor
Time ticks inside a rusted locket
That gags the throat
The heart rate rockets
I kneel before an altar built
By vows I voiced in unlearned truth
My name dissolves between the cogs
Where echoes search but find no proof
I was the fire in the first warm room
Now I’m the smoke in the shape of a man
Now I’m a shelf where burdens land
I was the name stitched under her breath
Used to be hands that were reached for
Now I’m the wall she leans on
I carry the house like a spine on fire
Used to be hands that were reached for
Now I’m the wall she leans on
But I’m just the frame that props up the truth
I shrink to fit where I stood proud
Hold my breath so I don’t speak aloud
Bend like a beam they forgot to brace
Still here, still holding, still out of place
Asphyxia
Sleep where my ribs should breathe
And hum like love that never leaves
Asphyxia
My silent twin
The more I hold
The more you win
I move like rope soaked through with rain
Hold shape, hold weight
But fray with strain
I shine like stars already dead
You see the light
Not what I said
I sit like stone in a velvet chair
Too soft to scream, too firm to care
I smile like bruises under glass
I sit like stone in a velvet chair
Too soft to scream, too firm to care
I’m seen, not felt, and slow to pass
I shrink like cloth beneath the steam
I shape myself to fit the dream
Refract light through a broken prism
Wired to function but split by the schism
Asphyxia
Sleep where my ribs should breathe
And hum like love that never leaves
Asphyxia
My silent twin
The more I hold
The more you win
I sleep beneath a ceiling drawn
In chalk above a borrowed floor
Time ticks inside a rusted locket
That gags the throat, the heart rate rockets
I kneel before an altar built
By vows I voiced in unlearned truth
My name dissolves between the cogs
Where echoes search but find no proof
Sleep
Where
My ribs should breathe
My silent twin
You win
Hold on
Father asphyxia
Gags the throat
Prevents the troat
Father asphyxia
Hold the weight
Resist the fate
Father asphyxia
Gags the throat
Prevents the troat
Father asphyxia
Hold the weight
Resist the fate
I fold like grace notes lost in the score
Play parts I never practiced before
I falter where the rhythm slips
Still bar by bar, still losing grip
Asphyxia
Sleep where my ribs should breathe
And hum like love that never leaves
Asphyxia
My silent twin
The more I hold
The more you win
Asphyxia
Sleep where my ribs should breathe
And hum like love that never leaves
Asphyxia
My silent twin
The more I hold
The more you win