In Great Comfort by josephnsparrowb Lyrics
(Intro: Shiloh)
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone that doesn't give a fuck about me
Oh you wanna
(Chorus: Josephnsparrowb & Shiloh)
Tell me why I'm aching for comfort
Rest my soul by the pine tree, I don't need you
Now I cannot cry, lived 1/4th of hundert
Nothing's ever free, give life to me
(Verse I: Josephnsparrowb)
Whole life I bowed for the one
All my fun in dissonance, rigor mortis is humdrum
Wardrum pitifully echoes in the distance now
In unison with laments of "how? I'm holier than thou."
Allow me to show you the ways of the dead
Congregation's conversation leads to me to the riverbed
Immense comfort in funeral canticles and head
Your soul will shed, darkness twists the thread
The rain comes, now war drums come in large sums
Imaginary people fight for breath to stay in my lungs
I speak in tongues every day of the year
Mute boy runs off to the riverwood, feet whirr
Clear my sight from stress and decay
Forests echo my name in shame
There lies no fame, no name
It's all a game, kill the flame
(Chorus: Josephnsparrowb & Shiloh)
(Outro: Josephnsparrowb)
Compare a struggle to passchendaele
Ash-heart blows away to no avail
Simplistic headset covered in a dark veil
The answer's in the spiked hail
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone that doesn't give a fuck about me
Oh you wanna
(Chorus: Josephnsparrowb & Shiloh)
Tell me why I'm aching for comfort
Rest my soul by the pine tree, I don't need you
Now I cannot cry, lived 1/4th of hundert
Nothing's ever free, give life to me
(Verse I: Josephnsparrowb)
Whole life I bowed for the one
All my fun in dissonance, rigor mortis is humdrum
Wardrum pitifully echoes in the distance now
In unison with laments of "how? I'm holier than thou."
Allow me to show you the ways of the dead
Congregation's conversation leads to me to the riverbed
Immense comfort in funeral canticles and head
Your soul will shed, darkness twists the thread
The rain comes, now war drums come in large sums
Imaginary people fight for breath to stay in my lungs
I speak in tongues every day of the year
Mute boy runs off to the riverwood, feet whirr
Clear my sight from stress and decay
Forests echo my name in shame
There lies no fame, no name
It's all a game, kill the flame
(Chorus: Josephnsparrowb & Shiloh)
(Outro: Josephnsparrowb)
Compare a struggle to passchendaele
Ash-heart blows away to no avail
Simplistic headset covered in a dark veil
The answer's in the spiked hail