The Blade

by LOTUS

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Purchase this album from the Shield Recordings webstore at www.shieldrecordings.com/releases/lotus-the-blade-7-inch/.

Digital downloads and physical copies of the 7" feature a third track titled 'I Am'.

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released June 15, 2017

All music and lyrics written and performed by LOTUS. Recorded by Nico van Montfort at Jacobiberg, Arnhem and Nudepark, Wageningen, Netherlands. Mixed and mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden in East Palo Alto, CA, USA.

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Track Name: The Blade
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
But if my tongue were unbound, I’d hold your head under and drown you in spite
If my angst had an edge, then I’d cut you with it
But my passion’s ablaze, and I’ll burn you with it

For far too long have I been dragging this shadow behind me
Riddled with guilt and heavy with sleep
Given the cup, I’ve been drowning in half-light
And I’ve been wrecking my body on a levee of bones

How vain to me these hours of ease
And how fucking stifling this apathy
Etched from distance and shrouded in coldness
There’s a difference between Me and who I could have been

Cause once, when I hated, I made it fucking follow
And when I loved, I made it wholly consume
My name still spells Vengeance but I wear it with fear now
Desperately holding in the violence as my temper frays

Cause when the Sickness strikes and the Restlessness bays
I feel constrained to commit to my youthful ways
Sentenced a Judas to my very own skin
I feel the lingering Madness of it slipping in

But if there can only be a God in the face of a Devil
Then you can keep your comfort and bring in the nightmares
Born with the anger to burn through them all
I’d rather come undone than end up in thrall again
Track Name: The Reappropriation
I pass a gentle smile to the tragic crowd
With the bleakest of minds and their mouths full of echoes
With their sharp tongues cut out of another man’s words
I can muster up charity towards none of them

So go ahead and bury me above the ground
Burn me to the bone and turn my spirit to stone
Wear me out until I’ve got no more fight in me
But you will never be a threat nor a lingering thorn inside of me

The screw turns and turns until it bites no more
I’ve been suffering fools, but I suffer no more

A pound of terror for every ounce of tremor
You sent shivering through my bones for being myself
“A middle school bitch ought to be the high school nigger”
But when you painted me black, I guess I wore it too well
How I love it when your thick pink skulls all lose their colour
When I nurture my grudges into Poison Trees
The screw turns and turns until it bites no more
I’ve been suffering you, but I suffer no more