Rolo Tomassi - Funereal

At war within, to suppress everything
The more you struggle the deeper you sink
Thoughts form in constellations
Now emerge composed
Nothing is sacred
Electrified by hatred
Nothing is sacred
These threats accumulate
Nothing is sacred
Purified by hatred
Lose and lack control
You'll find you ever only reap what you sow
Ward off the brightest stars
They are primed with tragedy
Get a handle on this harmony
Get a handle on this harmony
Faith is ill advised
Relapse is a choice
Get a handle on this harmony
Get a handle on this harmony
I am eclipsed. It's so bittersweet
I struggle to draw breath when we are so restricted
Observe these passing waves
Forgive the missing pieces
I struggle to draw breath when we are so restricted
In finding the balance now that the weight has shifted
And with all my being I know that I don't need this
To hear "to be in need is some kind of weakness"
I observe spirited loyalty
And wonder why this does not apply to me
Bitterness has bathed me
I feel destruction overwhelm me
For we're the loss, follow our slowing pulse
Practice makes permanent
For we're the loss, follow our slowing pulse
I am eclipsed.
It's so bittersweet
Bitterness has bathed me
I feel destruction overwhelm me
I am eclipsed. It's so bittersweet