Vesuvius (Metalcore) - Semea lyrics

I. solace: I am your unrest Mother Weaver of my dreams I am the son of your infelicity I have slept through the storm I have made peace Within the solace of my dismality I am the spawn of unknown life A broken boy beaten and crucified A ba*tard son composed of guilted surmise Waiting on the sun to rise I still feel her darkness Dispersed between the trees And from dusk until wake of dawn Her songs whisk me to sleep Her hands conjure time The seamstress of serenity And woven in the fabric My disorder and her peace I have consumed her body Depleted what is left I have come to find my depth My place of solace, my place of rest I still feel her darkness That looms between the trees And the winds carry her call of pa**age They exhume my dismal being They breed a man behind the madness They've set my child free Out from the woods, I bear your bones We are vagrants, disseminating out to sea Ii. rest: Dear mother It's been awhile since I've written I have stood upon a precipice so steep and daunting, teasing the contrast of life and d**h, only to embrace the matrimony of your voice upon my trembling conscience It's beautiful, isn't it? That the collateral disfigurement of atomic property can develop sentience to the light of which I have rendered I have discarded the animosity that your absence had once stipulated, turning delusions of your touch into an unquantifiable fortitude Together we are one And if that is not beautiful, than I embrace my subjection Because beauty possesses no skeletal properties, with the exception of your arms crossed upon your chest Starving for and embracing our reconciliation Mother, where has the sun gone? Because the quiet bears no storm Father, where has the light fled? I sought calming, I sought warmth But the solace I have found An antithetical of your weight Has dispossessed me of my matter The collateral ma** that I dilate Because when we come to embrace our darkness A vast expanse beyond our fault There comes a message in the water Of your return and of my call The sun has risen to spite the winter And your beauty resonates between the trees Your sermon animated through my voice From my infelicity I am free I still feel her darkness Between the currents of the sea Despite her beauty and her comfort I return to restful sleep I have abolished The weaver of my dreams Cleansed fully of my angst My disorder turns to peace I have consumed her body Depleted what is left I have come to find my depth My place of solace, my place of rest I still feel her darkness I still feel her I still feel her darkness That looms between the trees And the winds carry her call of pa**age They exhume my dismal being I am free