Recluse

Album cover art for "Recluse" by A Lot Like Birds

A Lot Like Birds - Rock, USA

Recluse

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[Chorus: Kurt Travis, Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood, Cory Lockwood] Within the shadows of the ever-barren We decompose like decrepit particles Windows of your inner being [Verse 1: Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood] Neglecting what is loved It's the absence of sustenance Struggling to exist In this hallowed yet hollow shell Hey, you, your guard's up But the whole room can see straight through Your exoskeleton is plastic Melting 'round the edges and dripping down your spine You've got very little time And most of it is mine, anyways [Pre-Chorus: Kurt Travis] Oh no Don't hesitate, they can sense it [Chorus: Kurt Travis, Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood, Cory Lockwood] Within the shadows of the ever-barren We decompose like decrepit particles Can you feel me crawling through your inner being? Yeah You're a hollow shell that once existed Did you come into the sending? So send me away [Post-Chorus: Cory Lockwood] We all just end up as dust Glorified ash, rust [Verse 2: Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood] Welcome, my guest, to the attic Just shut the trap behind you, don't panic We don't mean to startle you If you could just remove all your clothes Shut your mouth and relax, and we'll remove a part of you [Interlude: Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood] Struggle deep inside the cobweb (Wrap her up, wrap her up) We can feel the strands shake off (Wrap her up) [Verse 3: Cory Lockwood & Kurt Travis] Fill up my stomach with heartbeats Skitter backwards into cluttered recesses, your home is ours Everything you threw out, abandoned We took as our own, built it up in our own way A mansion of mess A legacy of recluse, eaten memories, and scars [Instrumental Bridge] [Bridge: Kurt Travis, Cory Lockwood, Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood] Don't stay (I don't care, just let me be or make me whole) Walk, crawl, run (I don't care, just let me be or make me whole) As long as (I don't care, just let me be or make me whole) You don't forget this place Our faces (I don't care, just let me be or make me whole) These old floors [Outro: Cory Lockwood] "Home is where the hearts are" Said the hunger to the waiting predator Now I know where to go "Home is where the fun starts" Said the hunger to the waiting predator Yeah, I know where to go Go for the throat

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Credits

Writers
  • Michael Franzino
  • Joseph Arrington
  • Kurt Travis
  • Cory Lockwood