Empty Vessel - Bastions

Polaroid pictures of youth

Stretched across an empty room

Holding on to what I miss

I lost myself writing this

The desperate youth tell themselves it isn’t forever

But your tongue tastes bitter, and the stink is on your collar

I gave up on life after giving up on help

So I lie in a bed of scabs where I left myself

Let my soul sing

Let my spirit fly

I wonder what you’re thinking now?

Tell me who I was, I can’t accept what I’m becoming

Survival was remembering, now survival is forgetting

This face frightens me, this face frightens me

My father was an irish gypsy traveller

Cruel and kind in equal measures

He used to say —

«If man is meek, then meeker the man, often in which we punish, and sacrifice

the lamb»

Oh, anxiety

you cruel, cruel lover, you keep fucking me

Let my soul sing

Let my spirit fly

I wonder what you’re thinking now?

It hurts that I’m nothing more than a memory

Go rot with filth, just like me, just like me

Let my soul sing

Let my spirit fly

I wonder what you’re thinking now?