Lyrics: Nick Jackson/Ara Qaradaghi
Music: Nick Jackson/Ara Qaradaghi
Mourning Run -
It was the best of times it was the worst of times.
We were plotting on the perfect crime
Tread the turning tide
Sweat burning eyes.
Watching for serpentine
Tryna keep my hands working
Service is divine
A buried hatchet is worth the grind
I’m good at acting like I’m perfectly fine
But I’m grappling with this purpose of mine
It’s like a turbulence
The tragedy doesn’t lessen I just learn to live
Navigating pearls and pigs
I light it up and breath my cure-all in,
Raw papers how the neurons spin
-Dumb money to crown the moron king
Regardless I let my poor heart sing
Years pass counting more lost friends
I’m on the fringe
The means aren’t exactly justified by the ends
Brushfires catch the wind like wutang, again and again
It’s all torched in a glimpse could be living in tents or blowing up like, Kennedy’s head
Mourning Run - Refrain
A psychological war of attrition
The wire system at the top of the telephone pole listening z xx
All praise to the bottom line; a privatized existence
Mourning run - Verse
It’s no coincidence
Cui bono? Who benefits?
Do we attribute it to malice or the ignorance
A piggy built a palace outta bricks
The wolves move silent through the mist
Nowadays I close my eyes and see violence when I rest
Vices to the neck
As white as Marie Antoinette
Psychedelics in the sweat
Everything to lose, anything to bet
My old EP’s like relics on the net
Independent to the death
With depth tryna connect
And quitting cutting the devil a percentage of the check
It’s cosmic in a sense
Noxious in the vents
With claws sunk in the kids
These dogs gonna repent