Beasts - Saintseneca

Bastion of beasts heed my call

All things base are not banal

To suck the wind and gnaw the tide

Is not enough to stay alive

So remind me why I’m here again?

I hate the old Ohio wind

It kills you when it’s coming in

It kills you pending giving in

Don’t I know, its residue collects in my bones

It’s marrow curdling, it singes my toes in my sleep

But son, even if you stay

You know nothing would stay the same way

And if there’s any other way

Could we try that one instead of this one?

So if God’s own and only kid

Showed up and wound up dead

What’s that say about all of this?

You could raise all my dead friends

In hopes I would notice

Just some means to a dead end

Just some means as an average

You could praise 'til your heart bends

And still not quite get it

Just some means to a dead end

Just some means as an average

Are we together alone?

Are we alone and together?

Are together alone?

Are we alone and together?

I stayed in my room all day

Mustering some meager praise

They say a thing don’t fit its phrase

It’s symptomatic of this place