Lyrics!
Hello Rebels! We’re so happy that so many of you seem to be enjoying Photosynthesize! Keep telling your friends about the album! In the meantime, we’ve been getting requests to post the lyrics for the album, so here you go!
“The Opposition”
Fight, or blight? Clarity being the difference between dark and light. With courage, till the ground, resolve resounds - you know, the roots grow down before it shows. Our grafting incomplete, world not yet wheat - you know, a seed must die before it grows. So grab your scythes and arm your sons! Break down the opposition! Rival plants infiltrate us, halting our advance! The conflict is escalating, the weeds are saying they want the laws of nature now repealed. Our world is ever waiting, anticipating the frightful day our gardens are revealed! So grab your scythes and arm your sons! Break down the opposition!
“(in)Significant Others”
Three days since the breakup, tears smearing your makeup, each droplet paints “failure” on a canvas of skin. And after his leaving, my words have lost meaning; your value was smashed by his sin. As we sit on your bed, and I gently stroke your head, my own pain has weakened my will to fight. It doesn’t take much, and one forbidden touch is quite enough to kick off the night. Both acting as surrogate lovers, nothing more than insignificant others. Around just enough to pass on the seed - you’ll play the flower, and I’ll play the bee. It’d be so easy to pretend they’re replaced, but we’ll both close our eyes and picture their faces. We’ll make our love according to plan, but I’ll still know I don’t love you, and that I’m not sure I can. Now the energy’s building, but not quite yet fulfilling, so we chase after the phantoms we believe to be love. But as we draw ever nearer, it’s becoming ever clearer that we’re no more than people-shaped gloves. Person production, objects for consumption, we’re compounding the sin we’d pretended to hate. But our soulish rejection, and our need for connection has overthrown any qualms of mistake. So still we tango! Both acting as surrogate lovers, nothing more than insignificant others. Around just enough to pass on the seed - you’ll play the flower, and I’ll play the bee. It’d be so easy to pretend they’re replaced, but we’ll both close our eyes and picture their faces. We’ll make our love according to plan, but I’ll still know I don’t love you, and that I’m not sure I can. Now it’s all said and done - the two became one, but we’re further apart than we’d e’er been before. The innocence of old, and our shattered souls both lie trampled with our clothes on the floor. Both acting as surrogate lovers, nothing more than insignificant others. Around just enough to pass on the seed - you’ll play the flower, and I’ll play the bee. It’d be so easy to pretend they’re replaced, but we’ll both close our eyes and picture their faces. We’ll make our love according to plan, but I’ll still know I don’t love you, and that I’m not sure I can.
“Concealer”
What is it for which I live, for which I breathe? The dreadful food, the bread of life on which I feed? A dirty mind, guilty eyes, and my tired lies - they hide the pain, but in truth, only paralyze my feeble heart. Here a song, there a quest, everywhere abscess; then a meal, now a chest, all the time obsessed with what tears me apart. Sights and sounds we use to push our Life away - a good concealer, but our blemishes remain. So many masks we make to mask our private hells. Now name the poison in which you drown yourself! Sans the Gifts, only sugar sustains me. I feel fine, but still I fester way down deep. The newest gen, latest trend, some more collagen; live for the scene, for the single, for the daughters of men, and yet I doubt. Yeah, that’s the stuff, shoot it up, but it’s still not enough - there’s still a man deep beneath all the cover-up, and he wants out! Sights and sounds we use to push our Life away - a good concealer, but our blemishes remain. So many masks we make to mask our private hells. Now name the poison in which you drown yourself! Blessed, blessed indeed are the dead who die again! Blessed, blessed indeed are the dead.
“Bright”
Now that your sufficiently jaded, hope in humanity has faded, and you’ve lost all faith in love; vice you have rejected, virtue you still have neglected, you’ve forgotten your Life from above. All I want is to see you fully alive - as the flower in bloom, it opens itself to let the sun inside. If only you’d let yourself photosynthesize, we’d hardly be able to see you, because you’re too bright. Now, sinking deeper and deeper, branches getting weaker and weaker, becoming more fit for the fire; and yet, I can see you turning toward a different kind of burning. Watch as I grow you ever higher (and higher, and higher)! All I want is to see you fully alive - as the flower in bloom, it opens itself to let the sun inside. If only you’d let yourself photosynthesize, we’d hardly be able to see you, because you’re too bright. Step out of the darkness, into the light. Step out of the darkness, into the light! All I want is to see you fully alive - as the flower in bloom, it opens itself to let the sun inside. If only you’d let yourself photosynthesize, we’d hardly be able to see you, because you’re too bright.
“Only Sleeping”
Our roses had withered away when the skies turned from cobalt to gray. Can we stave off the death and decay while the sun’s rays our roses replace? The storms brought their thunder and rain, and our innocence washed away. Can we hold fast, our courses stay, while those torrents our roses deface? Prune what has died, and revive what’s still beautiful. A glimmer of light now remains. Our unleavened lives force us to pray. Can we hope for a brighter today, while the sun’s light our souls remakes? Prune what has died, and revive what’s still beautiful - it’s only sleeping. Be kind, for everyone around you is fighting a great battle. Be kind, for everyone around you is fighting, is fighting! Prune what has died, and revive what’s still beautiful - it’s only sleeping.
