Your birthday was fake and your parents are dead. (Split with Weakness)

by Laika

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Split with Weakness from Austin, TX

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released 12 June 2013
Recorded by Jesse Bader and Laika

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Track Name: Ten Of Swords
When I allow
Eight realms of underlying barriers
To keep me placated

I lose every sense
Of calming my self into a state
of Sliding warmth as ten swords
lay into me as the spurs of perception dig in my side

Waver on borders of low points and timelessness
Personal interest is rash and abandoning
Flat on my stomach, skewered by the company

Reach for me
And you'll see
What it is
That I'm holding underneath

The water, to drown all my apathy
Ring strong curses as I waste my precious
Time, aimed dead at the source of this
turning, the mile up, the upward climb

I waited, as the sea rose
to swallow me, but maybe it'll make me

better

engulf me, as I sing that I was the victim of this
crime, shroud me as if I weren't meant to be alive
Track Name: Amethyst
And I ask nothing from photographs,
Around my neck, like the amulet of a better half
Talk to the walls, make sense of the analog
To what end does it bring you to once you've returned their call?

I held the door, and waited
Solace in company, someone to witness it
Water, to fill, water, to cure, water, to nurse, water, to drown
And the stone I bear, means not

But the truth, that I surpress
Broad shelled creature, carrying the weight of the
Water, to fill, water, to cure, water, to nurse, water, to drown
And the stone I bear, means that

I held the door, and waited
Solace in company, someone to witness it
Water, to fill, water, to cure, water, to nurse, water, to drown
And the stone I bear, means not

But the truth, that I surpress
Broad shelled creature, carrying the weight of the
Water, to fill, water, to cure, water, to nurse, water, to drown
And the stone I bear, means that

I wish I had meaning
And that life was easier
That it didn't loom over me
And that I wasn't the carrier

To expel, to cast out
The constant

Shame
That I bear )on my( name

To expel, to cast out
The Constant

Plague
I wear on my

Face, from never committing
From never following through with it
This stone I bear, it weighs on me
Eighty fucking pounds of regret to hang my shame
To bring it out of me
To show all of my demons
The fortune of living
Sings in no key with the ivy vine
Track Name: Page Of Wands
To move, as if not there
But still as if you held subtance
What lies underneath was not a question

But instead it was to keep you emotionless as you murdered it
Press on, as the incontinence burys it,
fall straight as arrows to compensate

The loss of the mark, the triumph of the meadowlark
Silently hovering above even the albatross
To keep was not the bow, but it quivered the arrow
A simple home meant to shield your back from the talons in tow

I broke from it all, questioned the draw, silently aimed as I muster the competence
They said I'm not, they said I can't, they said I was everything but worth it
I broke from it all, questioned the draw, silently aimed as I muster the confidence
They said I was, they said I could, they said I met every expectation and still, I felt like I shouldn't have

Take

Away
The thought
Of ever
Being
Something
To anyone

You fail
Because
You don't know
That ev
ry one
Is against you

One day
You'll find
At days end
That the
Triumph
Is giving up

subject masked in feather
A spectator smiles and waves
The archer is quiet, abundant in stride
And so the hunger weighs down all the days

Something of quality
Cold wind decieve you
The fool is hanged and the sinner is saved