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NEUROSIS LYRICS
"Souls At Zero" (1992)
1. To Crawl Under One's Skin
2. Souls At Zero
3. Zero
4. Flight
5. The Web
6. Sterile Vision
7. A Chronology For Survival
8. Stripped
9. Takeahnase
10. Empty
1. To Crawl Under One's Skin
Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost.
Longing for the warmth of human touch.
Through this wall of ice I can see you.
Callous only outside, from the kicking
And the beating down.
Please rip them from my body, please!
Glacier growing larger.
Mirror growing darker.
Do you see the blue?
My forefront of consciousness.
Has been ignored.
The healing touch of time has abandoned me.
Abandoned me!
The longing brings me near, but the fear
Keeps me inches/worlds away.
Reaching through the ice at last.
But you feel the frost and run.
Run from me back to the secure.
(You didn't belong here anyway)
And I'm left still, still longing
Still cold
So cold.
2. Souls At Zero
No seed will grow of this barren earth. Our hope
unborn has died. I've slept in the dirt under the light
of the moon and I know our souls have perished.
Calling to those that would hear but I am deaf.
Clawing at those that would feel but I am dead to my
own fears.
Our cancer has grown into a stone. This water tastes
like poison. Your doomsday machine towers above
me to instill my vision.
Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in the
wind I stand to heal.
I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, our
cancer's grown into a stone. More cracks as our
ceiling caves in. This is our destiny.
These are visions, visions on.
3. Zero
4. Flight
The Flight
Power
Too weak to stand up the power
Mentally castrated
Seeking security in sedation
Sedation amidst the hum of the machine
Playing on
Grinding on weakness
Grinding on the weak
Punishment for the feel
Rebellion manifests in those who are strong
and Punishment for the feel
Only way out or out there
But out there is the end
Sick, sick
They're damned good at it
Last straw, no more, fight
Her eyes rolled back
Her eyes rolled back
NO!!
The mutiny has been electrocuted
5. The Web
Leave me demons did I want you? Why do you need
me? I can see you have so many. I know I'm a magnet
but why must I feel your evil? You give me pain. My
thoughts of blood reign.
And it's falling to someone...
I'm clawing, crawling, slower, deeper. For this void in
my head only you can fill. Your fingers reach so far
into my soul. My blood is filled with blood you spilled.
And it's falling to someone...
You web is my time. I can see the sign. It flows through
heart. It sees through eyes. It fills my soul.
And it's finally falling to someone...
My spirit seeks these desperate moments. Dissolving
the prescribed crucifix. It lurks and watches, slowly,
waiting. To wash the sickness from my mind.
6. Sterile Vision
Sterile Vision
Bury me in a shallow grave. So the rain will
wash me away. And the sun will burn my soul
and the earth will feed on me.
The earth must drink my sour blood
To breathe.
My disease is caustic pain. I'm stumbling but
I'm trying to say that I'm crumbling away.
In the corner you'll find me. On the back of the bus.
Sterile, sterile vision
7. A Chronology For Survival
The cycles they are clawing
Thrive
Wander, then starve
The cycles they are thawing
Dive
Wallow, then freeze
Silence
Ripping up through the cracks
The thriving of the doomed
Before the cleanse to dust
Rise
Run
Feed
Ripen
Wound
Wither
Fall
Rise again
Taking time
by the forelock
A chronology for survival
And a wretched end for the pathetic
8. Stripped
Destroy the eyes of the world
Wish for invisibility
God damn your eyes I say from the gallows
Stripping you down
Ashamed for feeling
Ashamed for thinking
No right to my own real
Foundation, death in life
Murder in the matrix
The hole in your soul marks the ruins
The lost city
The lost child
Anonymous persecutions
Attracting autonomy from the flank
Bridges burned
Internal shame spirals you down
Do not be ashamed of freedom
9. Takeahnase
When it begins - Takeahnase - the floods will sever the
christs from the earth. Thieves called it property -
Takeahnase - you'll drown for our mother's disgrace.
We tried to tell you, now let us show you. You'll know
the way. Like spiny fingers you'll separate. You'll
know the way. Takeahnase.
Cold, distorted air - Takeahnase - the blood must flow
to pay for your hour. This human garbage - Takeahnase
- You'll drown for our mother's disgrace.
Burn down.
10. Empty
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