Lyrics

Covertly it hides behind cheerless abstract lines It's the substance of regret, of repent for a trick It's the project of the mind troubled by it's own neglect It's that close conversation with the father of long past Never lasts, the conviction to transcend the cheerless abstract Breaking through the waves so phonetically engrossed With the meaning but the meaning has not meaning anymore It's the feeble compromise with the surface and the core It's that comparable relation between subject and the world Never knowing when you're edging over lands of cheerless abstract