1. |
Feint
00:59
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Run
through the fire
to the aftermath
laid to waste when
the need will arise
void of meaning
void of all desire
as the cycle
keeps repeating
but you
are burning with me
until the dripping blood
will compliment
my colours fading
You rise unchanging
stand tall until my heart stops
burn it out
burn it out
complete it
burn it out
burn it out
Blegh
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2. |
Flickering Residents
03:06
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You can have it all
from transcendence to disaster
from the atmosphere to burning out the sun
you can have it all
from pure freedom to the prison of rule
You make the call
You make the call
Spread bliss or corrosion from your eyes
to a neverending custom
that may doom us all today
The mark of the traceless
will surely wane
it's abandonment
on the grandest stage
the mark of the baseless
claims surely fades
to oblivion
You can have it all
from the falsehoods to confession
from adaption to the willingness to roam
you can have it all
from inception to the end of its run
You make the call
You make the call
Spread bliss or corrosion from your eyes
to a neverending custom
that may doom us all today
The mark of the traceless
will surely wane
it's abandonment
on the grandest stage
the mark of the baseless
claims surely fades
to oblivion
You can have it all
from expansion to extinction
from a hunger to the comfort of a throne
you can have it all
when your body's moving towards extinction
What's worthy of your time?
To bury us alive
in stagnant waters
or rise?
The mark on my face
will surely wane
when all this end
The mark of the traceless
will surely wane
it's abandonment
on the grandest stage
the mark of the baseless
claims surely fades
to oblivion
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3. |
Bunker Teeth
03:35
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We are who we are
afloat on high tides
until the sunrise
catches us out
We are who we are
until the end of vigor
brings us to
an unsuspected wake
We are
but illusions dead at daybreak
and suspended by false alarms
We are
but epiphanies at wits end
Too solemn for sorry hearts
We leave nothing in our wake
but the embers of the day
when the echoes that keep haunting us
are looking the same
We leave nothing in our wake
We leave nothing in our wake
while the anchors that are drowning us
all rust in the sand
It gets to me
and i don't even mind it
but i never needed this to persevere
It gets to me
the palest imitations
when i only needed this to disappear
Prevail and retry
up to the point where
the shattered remnants
force the restart
So close to the mark
until another upstart
drags us down
below the last percents
We are
the remainder of a last stand
that's been smoldering
for too long
We are
always marching to the same beat
too solemn for sorry hearts
There is nothing in our way
but the shackles of the dead
still the junk heap overlooking us
is looking the same
We leave nothing in our wake
We leave nothing in our wake
while the anchors that are drowning us
all rust in the sand
All the advantage taken of
the starcrossed eyes that thirst
for just another monument
accrues like splinters broken off our bones
an argentic dismay
for the gold of the throne
that's flaking away
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4. |
Tenement
03:16
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I wish you'd hate me now
in the absence of more solid ground
It's your loss
A catatonic mess
'cause I don't know when to end things
to cut it off's too solemn of a statement
Although it's done in love
in the end you
will fend it off in isolation
Ensnared by trust
and now you can't
elope at all
from desolation
I wish you'd hate me now
on the road
to being all singled out
It's your loss
Pinned down my disrepair
and i am becoming dead weight
Beneath a constant yoke
that keeps extending
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5. |
Plague Years
03:31
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I'd like to see the water rise
towards extinction
Death within the mirror
Calm before the storm
in the end you will remain
a part of it all
Respect our last wish
Cast us aside
Return the ashes to the void
So when you wake up
Cast us aside
The things we'd do for awed denial
And as the lightning hits
It brings us closer to the plague years
(Remove what's left from what is right
defy the urge to fight or flight)
And as the last light drains
it brings us closer to the plague years
(Look what is left of what is just
despair then grind it all to dust)
In the end there will remain
one thing to sustain
At the end of all this
You will bow to it
In the end you may complain
but you're press-ganged to obey
At the end of all this
You will bow to it
A broken gadget
flying by night
stare through eyes devoid of life
A useless tool
that's way past it's prime
on leave of absense for the ride
elusive, pervasive, persuading to submit
At the end of all this you will bow to it
So solemn, so vacuous, an facile perfect fit
At the end of all this you will bow to it
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6. |
Below The Treeline
02:58
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We always wake up to disaster
running out of things to do
This is a perfect nightmare
staking out the edge of town
It's slowly inching inside
we lose our ground
It's a delightful mess
Below the treeline lies the end of everything
There must be more to this
Below the treeline lies the end of everything
we'd ever hold deer
So lately i've been a bit more on the
cautious side of things
Cause i've been fucked up, high strung
Working up the strength for a fight
Beneath the border lies
the reason why i have been feeling like
lately i've been a bit more on the
cautious side of things
I'd rather spark valor
to make or break it
than err towards
the cautious end of things
So lately i've been a bit more on the
cautious side of things
Cause i've been fucked up, high strung
Working up the strength for a fight
No wonder i would start to feel like
lately i've been a bit more on the
cautious side of things
Cause i've been fucked up, high strung
Working up the strength for a fight
No wonder i would start to feel like
lately i've been a bit more on the
cautious side of things
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7. |
I Am Philipp Mainländer
02:58
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Cut me up! Cut me up!
Let's stop the wait
just leave the pins and needles in
Turn every outreach down
from here on out
So take me away
And i refuse to do the honors
or be part of the horror
Feel the lifeline slip away
My hands won't sway
If being alive
just means to drag your bloody hide around
until the day you die
Then i don't mind
to meet a meaningless demise
Put it out! Put it out!
it flickers, fades
I don't owe shit to constant dread
Turn all compassion down
from here on out
So take me away
And i refuse to play the artist
to dance within the circus
then be spirited away
from void remains
If this is hell
and I can not ascend
I feel like i have done my share
to take the sulfur in
If this is hate
I want the corpse of god to decay
become a proxy in his name
until the useless bitter end begins
If this is home
I want it all to sink
I feel like i belong in here
below the ample sands
If this is love
I want it all to go down in flames
and feel the hands around my neck
until the useless bitter end begins
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8. |
Knights Of Anhedonia
03:03
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It started from the outset
working in me
burrowed in
I ought to know where
all the shells land
in the coming offense
But i'm gonna keep
appearances up
I will neglect the call
to remember who i am
Pushed the answers to the sidelines
They remain inside my eyes
It burned in
It burned in the truth
You don't know anything
of how a backbone breaks
You can not grasp
the flood of decay
You and i leave nothing in our wake
beyond the starry sky and pain
I feel it on the tip of my tongue
just like the taste of regret
the pulse of the grinding
more than i could ever handle too
and in my vacant stare
I'll find it back home
this is my
least favorite destination
outreach
distortion
becomes a constellation
desperate
paniced
no more vacant admiration
retain the
relinquished
main feat
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9. |
Prosperity Gospel
04:31
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The outliers
easy prey
believe
the outrage
They paint our outlines in chalk
and now they're coming for you
upending
the image
of saints
and sinners
They paint our outlines in chalk
But you don't know me well enough
to save me from myself
Yet you remain within the guardrails
Your starry eyes
won't lock with mine
The outcast
the sickened
uproot
the hopeless
recant your earthly desire
bite down your thumb to the bone
the leprous
the blemished
conceal
the distaste
bite down your thumb to the bone
In the aftermath
of this adversarial planes
through the unforeseen
the consequence remains
You will not escape
you fucking coward
There's no afterlife
waiting
To rely on the constant failure's
downpour
the evidence of the lasting sermon's
falsehood
hopeless
to the incantations
burn it all away
sainthood as a fabrication
burn it all away
Your disgusting mess
We will never see the end of things
but when the edge is coming closer i'll tell
You can not allay my pain
You will never shroud my eyes
Though every time i speak of it
it's driving me insane
If a final judge awaits
You will surely face its wrath
the grimace that the mirror shows
a devil in disguse
(The Stench of Mammon
from the eternal
permeates)
(The Stench of Mammon
from the eternal
radiates)
So we do not lose heart.
Though our outer self is wasting away,
our inner self is being renewed day by day.
For this light momentary affliction is preparing
for us an eternal weight of glory
beyond all comparison,
as we look not to the things that are seen
but to the things that are unseen.
For the things that are seen are transient,
but the things that are unseen are eternal.
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10. |
Enemies Of Magic
02:57
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Alright Alright
so the haze devours the augurs
it's a shortcut route
to crossing out the eyes
I see it, yeah
alright alright
in the blight of about everything beside me
lies the antidote to life
Encroaching on the light
You've seen the ending of my
juvenile suprise
You've seen the feint beneath my destiny
You've seen color fade to gray
Beyond the customs lies the horror
in the absence of the dream
awaits erasure of just everything it means
So I cave in
All rise! All rise!
to the makers of our downfall
and the architects of running out of time
I see it, yeah
alright alright
Rain the judgement about everyhing upon me
like an enemy of christ
I'd decline a retry
Consumed the end
for the hundredth time today
strategic placements
recuperate
There is no way to make amends
It's in the air you're breathing in
It carries you away
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11. |
Wound Seeker
03:52
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I got a grim reminder
of the flaw within my sight
I couldn't see this house
become a burial site
But when the strain feels like falling
it falters and fades
til the defences hold
water again
But i can't sleep
in the confines of this atmosphere
Advances from the sidelines
The decay becomes a threat
You and i could never comprehend
Just take it or leave it to me
I've got a grim reminder
of the fault within our stars
These vultures can not wait
'til they can strip us for parts
But when my scorn feeds an ocean
you can't keep at bay
defiance becomes an option again
Please let this end
You fail me again
And it only gets worse
The bad kind of luck
when every option's failing us
This stays as
a constant memento
of the traps we're stepping in
The red tape
a tight maze
where the sadists marvel at your mistakes
oh what a disgrace to all involved
the meager scraps of what we bargained for
pitfalls for the ill informed
a damn parody
of civility
in utter defeat
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12. |
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Wir schweben und stolpern
wir malen Bilder aus Zement
In deinem Atem liegt das Ende
Es ist lange schon zu spät
Und an dem Punkt wo du nicht weiterweißt
liegt alles im Argen
Es ist ein unglaublicher Tag
um sich den Schädel einzuschlagen
Drei Zimmer, Küche, Bad
Jack Wolfskin im Passat
Was niemand zu dir sagt
ist meistens wahr
Wenn das der Anspruch ist
den alle erheben
was in meinem Augen brennt
komplett aufzugeben
Wenn das der Abfuck ist
in dem alle leben
will ich nichts von euch
und nicht mit euch reden
Die Angst vorm Erstarren
Die kalten Hände im Genick
Der blanke Horror in den Wänden
hab ihn gerade erst gesehen
Und an dem Punkt wo du vom Baumhaus springst
ist alles im Arsch
Es braucht einen gut gebauten Sarg
um die Metapher zu begraben
Ich hab keinen guten Tag
keinen Monat oder Jahr
Der Traum wo man versagt,
ist längst real
Ich habe überhaupt kein' Bock
mir eure Farben ins Gesicht zu schmieren
und wissentlich dann so zu tun als ob
Ich habe einfach keine Lust
auf einen Entwurf der jeden Zweifel raubt
und Warten auf das Stechen in der Brust
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13. |
Tel Aviv
06:53
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Well i can't
well i can't
slip below the atmosphere again
where i can't seem to find a way
to make our stories the same
Well i can't
Well i can't
breathe you in
ruined what was left
Well i've been resting
on the edge beneath the parasol
I'm treading water for you
I'm right beside you if you want
Please leave the light on as you go
Please don't abandon me for now
When i don't even know
I tried to take it all in
I tried to figure this out
I tried to sift though the ashes
tear the curtains down
I lie awake in the ground
It's too elusive to all
This is a burial plot
for only you and i
Well I can't
Well I can't
drift towards the afterlife again
but i can't seem to find locations
for a line of defence
Well i can't
Well i can't
swim or sink
thousand miles below
Well i've been leaning
on the outline of a pedestal
retaining valor in loss
I'd lie beside you if you want
Please leave the light on as you go
Please don't abandon me for now
When i don't even know
You're Tel Aviv
I could never figure out
what part of me
can't connect with you now
You're Tel Aviv
I'm the wreckage on the shore
I start to see that
I can't reach you no more
You're Tel Aviv
You're the answer to my prayers
You're part of me but
I can't feel you here
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14. |
Antinatalist Manifesto
03:25
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Yeah I noticed
I don't know what I've become
right from the outset
it sure looks like I'm on a steep slope
too far from saving grace
From the house lights
to the end within our sight
we don't owe anything
we don't owe anything
Through the struggle
within a permanent hunt
it is a bloodbath
It sure looks like
the last observer
can not assert himself
As the metal shards
lacerate my plastic heart
we don't owe anything
we don't owe anything
at all
Oh God, i implore you
please just let go of me
hush the world and
hang me out to dry
How could i adore you
in the atrocities
hush the world and
hang me out to dry
Yeah i noticed
how dark the water's become
decayed and stagnant
It sure looks like
the fabled savior
could not redeem himself
From the outliers
to the bore of the sublime
We don't owe anything
We don't owe anything
Oh God, i implore you
please just let go of me
hush the world and
hang me out to dry
How could i adore you
in the atrocities
hush the world and
hang me out to dry
You don't have to be a goddamn beacon
it's all moot
on the precipice of losing hope
You don't have to be so goddamn
jaded, tired, fading all the time
But you can and i don't mind
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