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You Live With What You Create

by Threar

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1.
I'm obsessed with my own stress. Contradiction on my breath A slight drift towards my death. Somethings wrong. It's always in my head. Its my endless fixation on my condemnation of things that will kill me yet leave me complacent. A fucked illustration. O.D. in your set ways. An honest beginning. yet leaves you torn and afraid. Trapped inside the ways, the hours turn to days. Never can. seem to face, all these voices. Ruined me beyond repair. And still I listened. And I listen. Damage me, until I can't breathe. Anymore than this No. And you thought these moments would last? You really thought they would last? Are you listening? Say something fucking real... And if they had anything to give. They wouldn't say shit. Will you wait for me? I'm never coming back.
2.
To everybody who cared. Your conscience up in the air. And in that moment we burned. Just from the weight of your words. With everybody who mourned. And every family who's torn. We wept together that day. We put your body away. With every heart that turned blue. Drowned in the memory of you. A moment of silence. Her sister's mercy. She played her songs. Just trying to get up. Just trying to wake. Her family's quarrels. She's opened up. She started the fire. Starting to get tired. "I'm sorry I'm not good enough for anyone or anything at all." For anything. For anyone. I’m sorry. A moment of silence.
3.
Its solely the sun, the blisters daylight often gives. Without succession I hate the ever changing shades. The lights absurdly growing uncomfortable. And do I leave the dark, do I question my own strengths. Is a breeze on a pedestal, solely enough. And does comfort come quickly? And do I leave the dark? Do I question my own strengths? Is a breeze on a pedestal, solely enough. We're finally learning what's at stake. A sense of deliverance. A sense of pain. We're finally learning.
4.
Shuddering at the thought of what I should say. Questioning if I should go or should I stay. Leave me here. Like a living cancer. Sifting through my head, looking for answers. Turn the key. Looking for me. Carry me on your back and watch me crumble yearly. As the time goes by I don't know what I'm fearing. Toss and turn late at night. Struggling to get my mind at ease. Lay my head to rest and find a cure for this disease. How can I go on. Burdening those around me. Why would you be here if only you could see this clearly? Drifting apart from myself with my hands still gripping. Holding on to save myself. But my grasp slipping. A waking moment stands, frozen in time. Observe what lives, this graceful pantomime. Eyes covered, blood distilled. Watch this paradigm collapse. I will not be still. Carry this weight with you. Hoisting your head. Bury my burden in sand. Rip my body to shreds. Setting fire to your heart. Watching your kingdom dethroned and the air will depart and turn your body to stone.
5.
Birthright. I'll bathe in the light. Commotion surrounds a growing parasite. I'll still bathe in the light. Put to rest while choosing my deathbed. The lamentations cause disturbance in my loneliness. Hearing the clamor. I dug my grave. A senseless manner. I can't be saved. An empty sky. An empty heart. You made me up. Tear me apart. I'll do anything to be here. Just tell me how to be. Is there a trait that's present that everyone has but me? Slowly you'll all watch as I'm withering. A flower bereft of the sun longing to belong to someone. I dug my grave. I am depraved. I am a slave. I can't be saved. Finding solace within others. Even just for a moment. Reaching out for someone to cling on to. I can't make this world my home. I'm just passing through. I'll dig our grave. Dissolve my mind and throw me to the dirt. Clouding my mind with all that might work. I'll exert myself for others to be lead astray. Hypotheticals in my head make me wither away. Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall. Do they know I'm present. Am I here at all?
6.
Is it easy to exist or simply just hard to live. Just say that again and again. Until it starts making sense. Start making sense. Oh, Nothing ever makes sense. Its disheartening. Just reeling in nothing. Dragging your own weight. Yet, optimistic. We're no longer optimistic. Just pale and if this life has become more than you can take. You can only live with what you create. Fearing. Fearing. Fearing. Their demeanor has taken you hold. The outcome has yet to be written. But behold; You've only worsened yourself. And now we're falling apart at the seams so it seems. With the light in the tunnels deafening. And you can't find a shovel to dig yourself deeper in. You're only losing yourself You've only worsened yourself. This life is temperamental. Fearing all the days in front of you. When everything you hoped for wasn't glistening. And you painted every picture. Oh, so delicately. Just for every single moment to be, swiftly torn away. And the heavy thing is your nothing. A heavy thing. You know it. And no, you can't do this on your own. Own nothing. Own everything.
7.
Black Autumn 05:41
I'm entranced by the leaves. In the spectrum of things I'm much more pliable than it seems. Just a quivering breath caught somewhere inside of the breeze. I achieve. That a lonesomeness still holds a grip. On the things that will never exist I insist. I resist And all though I am mistakenly prone to the the matters that feel like home I'm looking out windows wondering if something will work Imagine. You still grieve. Some days your feet will blindly lead you down a path that bastardizes dawn. Unforgiving, we fade A terrifying vision of your fate, coming to place Unforgiving A terrifying vision of your fate coming to place I would do it all again. Imagine. You still grieve I would do it all again Roses end.
8.
On Being Ill 03:16
Out of place. Out of time. Losing all of your mind.
9.
With every love I had to give, I feel I've failed you again. Release these frozen hands and leave me with my sins. Draping my. burdens like a veil, release your lips and let me go. I'll turn out all the lights with the silence I left in your eyes. Can I give up on our love? Can I give up on our home? Can I shatter all your trust? Can I give up all I've known? Every choice I’ve made, I’ll pay the price in blood Boiling in my veins. With love comes pain. Every price I paid Will be paid in blood. Carry you with me Just beneath the skin A silent promise. I’ll never love again. Engrave your name. into my bones. Even when the grave becomes my home. As a reminder; I’m not alone. You deserve more than this; all the affection you've never known. Cherished years. severed ties. Cherished years. separate lives. I gave up on our love. I gave up on your hope. Abandoned with all your trust. Stripped of all you've known. You gave your all just to try to make me happy. You fail to see that I was dragging you down with me. We built these lives that I'll leave behind. The tears in your eyes tell me it's time I said goodbye. Can I give up on our love? Can I give up on our home? Can I shatter all your trust? Can I give up all I've known?
10.
Asherah 05:16
The vermillion skyline. Beguiled me. Hung upon a burning tree. Like a veil. Cease to believe that our failures have reached, their peaks. Falsifiers have reached. Such minds are elusive and scared. We cave. Yet illusion gains weight. Make haste. Afraid. We Grieve For loss of breathing Cave. This tensions only writhing. Dreaming. Clinging. I'm clinging. Now. How will we perceive dreams. When there's no chance that you will ever sleep. No We've grown. So frail with nowhere to return. Abandoned with nowhere to return.

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released July 13, 2022

Nicolas Bat - Vocals, Percussion, Lyrics
Wolf Nunley - Guitar, Lyrics, Keys, Recording, Engineering
Marcelo Barcenas - Bass
Tyler Peck - Drums, Co-production

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Threar Salt Lake City, Utah

Threar is a post-hardcore band from Salt Lake City, Utah that formed in 2017.

Nicholas Bat - Vocals
Wolf Nunley - Guitar
Jacob Glenn - Guitar
Marcelo Barcenas - Bass
Davey Laney - Drums

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