Fukkit Such Lovely Dissonance Lyrics
SUCH LOVELY DISSONANCE by Fukkit
An early conviction,
Which has left me bound, tied by strings and held down, unable to see the falsehood in intangible solids
Reminds me of the walls that surround a prisoner,
His vision accustomed to viewing the world from inside barred windows through cold steel doors
Never remembering the intense beauty of a sunset, or getting to feel it's loving and nurturing warmth softly kiss the skin
A fiery-red, through a filter which has so effectively captured harshness, hatred, and rage
Fills his corneas and sit ever so lightly above a revealing color coating
Still burning, stinging the sights of anything he lays eyes on, until his eyes run
And now soft tears,
In an ocean-like blue, with such depth that shallow ends seem to be non-existent
Through a filter that was there with him for every betrayal, every moment of extreme paranoia, and virtually every unfortunate tragedy
If only he could show them behind the grayness which casts a shadow above the chin and below the forehead,
If only he can remember those times as a kid he had had with his mother, running and playing in the fields as an adolescent, laughing in a childish excitement which still echoes softly when she dreams of their old memories
If only he could remember what it is was all like before living through the filter
Which has left me bound, tied by strings and held down, unable to see the falsehood in intangible solids
Reminds me of the walls that surround a prisoner,
His vision accustomed to viewing the world from inside barred windows through cold steel doors
Never remembering the intense beauty of a sunset, or getting to feel it's loving and nurturing warmth softly kiss the skin
A fiery-red, through a filter which has so effectively captured harshness, hatred, and rage
Fills his corneas and sit ever so lightly above a revealing color coating
Still burning, stinging the sights of anything he lays eyes on, until his eyes run
And now soft tears,
In an ocean-like blue, with such depth that shallow ends seem to be non-existent
Through a filter that was there with him for every betrayal, every moment of extreme paranoia, and virtually every unfortunate tragedy
If only he could show them behind the grayness which casts a shadow above the chin and below the forehead,
If only he can remember those times as a kid he had had with his mother, running and playing in the fields as an adolescent, laughing in a childish excitement which still echoes softly when she dreams of their old memories
If only he could remember what it is was all like before living through the filter