Float Omen - "Decay Is Never Far Behind" Official Music Video

Описание: Decay Is Never Far Behind
Taken from the debut EP "Means To An End" out now.
Stream it here: https://floatomenband.com/MeansToAnEnd

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Written by Float Omen
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by August Axcelson
Directed, Filmed & Edited by Kevin Boris
First AC - Nicholas Libraro

LYRICS:

Every omission
Every experience of mine aligns in succession, a single-file line behind me
Self-propelled in false directions, caught in dimensions made in darkness but self-projected
Self-projected
Opposing questions to oppressive walls around me hold no disclosure, just tremors felt from each corner of my consciousness 
Bedlam erupts, hemorrhaging thoughts rupture my daily state
My daily state
An insulting subconscious mocks me every step of the way
Step of the way
What sounds like a whisper is really a condescending voice in my head
Twitching turbulence ahead
Sweating profusely as I try to smother my burning eyes
Scouring the possibility of sweet stability from my sight
The work of insanity
The work of insanity
At the mercy of my inner anguish, my other half
A personal division has been made
Unbalanced, overruled
I kneel to myself

I kneel to myself
I kneel to myslef

Battling bones - grinding teeth search for peace and push the flow of blood back over my tongue. A tight jaw light with its words grows anxious and tense as knees clash together in rapid tremors of remorse. Truth has always begged to pass over these lips and leave this cluttered mess of a vessel, but I chose to hold it tight to my chest to fill the empty cavity where I believed my heart should be. Instead of a beating organ full of righteousness, I chose to beat my psyche to death. A mental demise surmised warranted; experienced many times over. Laid to rest on a bed of nails where the rest of my memories remain; I reframed and rephrased every possible omission to fit tightly filed away in the depths of self-disdain. As mice scatter from under my skin until every pore is raised and every nerve ending; erased. Easing back into this tomb; this lead cocoon to accompany every fallacy formulated that renders the remaining truth dormant. I always knew releasing it into the world would destroy everything, but, in reality, I only wanted it to destroy me.