1. |
Nothing But Decay
08:12
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The obsidian sparkles like a disposed of fingernail
Like uses discarded, we wait for the next train
Derailed, we wait alone
The monotonous grind shields our eyes from wreckage
The bench becomes a crucifix like you said you’d never nail yourself to
The hammer was too tempting though
A shade of black, a tint of white
You’re nothing more than light and night
Twisted tongue falls short of wire-cutters
You make a fist to try and beat the pain
We were all kites on a summer breeze
Until we didn’t shelter at the storm
I’m blinded by the deficiency
I’m blinded by the way we don’t cry
The sand becomes a grave like you said you’d never bury yourself inside of
The chewed fingers bleed away the motives
You lay on cushions that are metaphoric spikes
Impaling your heart
Impaling your mind
Something you wanted, and could always grasp
Now lays in your dreams like shattered glass
A breath inhaled to swim to your fallen treasure
Created a void
Nothing forever
So close your naturally heavy eyes
And fade away into your lie
You promised yourself it wouldn’t end this way
But your creation holds nothing but decay
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2. |
Schema Stir
06:05
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Stop assuming people are nothing but thieves
Stop assuming people are liking you for you
The gun and the blood on his hands does not mean he killed a man
Stop assuming people are materialistic
Stop assuming people love who they are
The nice clothes and her money does not mean she’s successful
Stop assuming first impressions are accurate
Stop assuming people are stupid from small mistakes
Just because you think it is wrong don’t assume that’s what’s going on
Stop assuming people have to fill gender roles
Stop assuming that the stereotype fits
Don’t trust popular belief blindly so much that you can not think critically
Our beautiful forest has been burned down by rhetoric
These heaps of ash come from a place where most of us forget
The empty shun sun for those of us who want to replant
This green is unusually bright to the stubborn rods of night
Join the Schema Stir
Where we can be human
And not bow our heads
Break down these draining walls
And embrace who you are
Embrace who we all are
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3. |
The Epiphany Poem
07:30
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5000 sorrows fill this sorrow-less being
Why do I feel alone?
This isn’t how I’ve tricked myself into feeling
It’s hard to…to grasp what I’ve killed myself over is wrong
I can’t…I can’t trust my instincts anymore because…they don’t…they don’t even exist
I never thought the demolition process would be by my own doing
It’s time to heal
It’s time to seek happiness over control
Why twisted me so much anyway?
I’m tired of the hate within
I need love
How did I veer so far away?
I’m like cancer
I corrupted the wholesome and created all this hate
Can I reverse it?
That would show…true strength
Do I even have it?
I’m sure I do
I’ve lived this life of obedience that I’ve put up on myself
So powerful that it just decayed everything inside of me
I want to love so bad it hurts
I have to be strong enough to deal with…life
I want to know what it feels like to be loved
I want to let somebody love me
I’m tired of the borders that I have set up to keep control
Such wretched woes to laugh at such pathetic foes
Made – created – frustration – throwing away complacence
For no reason other than complication
Supposed – created – in morbid amplifications
Just to lose, ‘cause that’s all the day
Until…one day you’re on the other side and you realize you are the wrong one
You’ve made the mistake
But then you realize it’s only one on top of so many others
But when you’re the wrong one and you’re staring at yourself through tear-stained mirrors
You see you want to change, for better
Through pasted, fractured fallacies that you’ve created to help cope with pain that was never really there
Made – created – worthless – complexent
To ever-rival all that you think was taken from you
You know, just sit there, laughing, ‘cause now you know that all you thought you were dying for
All that…that time alone where you thought…where you thought…that…you tried to figure out how the world worked
And you figured it out for yourself, how everything worked.
How people work, how people should be, why you’re better than everyone.
All of that, that you thought about and figured out, alone.
Alone…
Then you realize you’re wrong
Something happens…or multiple things happen and you realize you’re wrong
And…it’s kind of a relief
Because maybe things aren’t nearly as bleak as you may have thought they were
And you laugh a little ‘cause you can’t help but smile and know that…that…it really might be alright.
For once
From here on out, it really might be alright.
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4. |
The Cycle
05:05
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Idiocy wraps itself around the sad innocent
Your insecurity
Attacking because you embrace the part you don’t love
We’re all victims
When you pass it
You lose your right
To obtain sympathy
Why would you want to discourage the progress?
Your actions hold us all back
Our world doesn’t have to be dog eat dog
You’re pulling back
Tearing them down
Primitive ape
What you’re doing is wrong
Kill the destructive
Patterns of your life
Putting away
The great downfall
Sever the grip
That’s making you slip
Stop burning the crutches
That could help you
Pain only
Causes more pain
A fist just can not
Make you sane
There is nothing
That can be gnawed
And the secretions
Could help you
Break the chains you bound
Stop yourself from killing
How you feel, how you sound
Break the back of love
Tears come from the worthless
The shot one shooting
A face that you see
Scars you know weren’t deserved
Heart gripped by your pride
Learn to let it go
Learn to stop the abuse
You can let it go
Unbend what you have mangled
You’re not to be the one who is perfect
You are to be the one who makes mistakes
None of us should care not about bruises
Especially the ones that we make
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5. |
You're Not the Only One
06:36
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You are cold, you are numb, and it feels like no one understands
No one could have ever felt anything this deep before
The weight is getting too heavy and you feel like you are done
No one could have ever felt anything this deep before
The sticks, the stones, your teeth marks. They all grow. They all flow.
And you look around and you know no one knows
The stage grows lonely as the cast has left and the lights are all off
No one could have ever felt anything this deep before
(something real that you should notice....
everything's not sugar coated....
everyone will break their promise....
it's up to you to make a negative a positive....)
Face yourself, you're not the only one
who tried to leave the sun for the way of the gun
someone with the same impression, same feeling
emotion reeling, playing cards never dealing
sittin on a hand that's devastating
open it up to a world that's waiting
you'd be surprised how good it feels
when the open wounds begin to heal
but - you always wait for your time to fail
so you can tell everybody they can go to hell
now - part of it is confronting yourself
huh - until then you're only playing yourself
well break the holds
now break the binds
clean out your mind
n find lives divine
when ya - take hate - wash it away
opportunity for freedom from the chains
you are not alone
not the only one
find someone, anyone, looking for sun
look at the sun, look to the sun
life - real as you want
All your reason all your proof, all you convince yourself that is real
None of it is made up and no one understands
Reality is reality, what you feel all must be necessary
None of it is made up and no one understands
Any emptiness you feel, it is never your fault
You are not the one in control of yourself
Did you ever think that you could be the one who ruined the salvageable play?
And most of it is made up and you don’t understand?
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6. |
Porcelain
10:02
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Fail the hole that has been dug around you
Savor that bitter taste, it will flee soon
You can’t pretend that all of it isn’t in your head
Release your jaw
Release a defense of insecure image
Against your back – concrete just hurts so much
His face is cold and your body will become as such
A porcelain doll in heat
A porcelain doll to beat
A porcelain doll to crack for fun
The eyes are welling up
The lips are crumbling down
The launch is pulling back
A porcelain doll enslaved
A porcelain doll enraged
A porcelain doll opposing the hammer
The screams are so unheard
The tears are ignored
The doll is shattering
Breaking down…
A close hero, casting the demon aside
Inspection – showing how close was the chill
Tattered heart – smiles dissolve and give up
House of pain – no attempt to subside the source
And when it all just becomes too much
That’s when it ends
When the gun becomes enough
A porcelain doll in heat
A porcelain doll to beat
A porcelain doll to crack for fun
The eyes are welling up
The lips are crumbling down
The launch is pulling back
A porcelain doll enslaved
A porcelain doll enraged
A porcelain doll opposing the hammer
The screams are so unheard
The tears are ignored
The doll is shattering
Breaking down…
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The Trying Cincinnati, Ohio
The Trying is a solo music project from Chris Kaetzel. I blend sounds from a wide array of genres and influences to create a unique sound to encapsulate a myriad of emotions and topics. My lyrics are always genuine, no matter the content, and that is a major driving force behind The Trying. ... more
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