An arduous task it is to judge my past
Apostate and alone so please excuse this bitter tone
I'll leave behind any thoughts i can find
A salvaged history of anyone but me
You said that I'd make mountains not just push rocks and dirt
You said that I'd make craters but I fear getting hurt
You said that my voice would count but it can barely spell
I hope this is for something but its too hard to tell
I hope this serves to fuel your memory
Despite life's brevity and a guardian I can't see
So hold me close only in finest prose
Edit blatant if you must so I'm a remnant you can trust
So I'm writing down my thoughts to shove them down your throat and if you try to cough it out I hope you fuckin' choke because I refuse to leave in discontent and drowned in irony
I'm yelling out these words in hopes that increased volume is a catalyst for you to shout your stories too cuz what is life without these tales except emptiness? Please don't let that prevail.
Nihilism is a cancer and blind faith a lazy path
There has got to be some answers, do you think Gods heard of math?
Im praying for some logic and praying for some sense yet I still can't help feeling hopeless
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2024