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Under The Stairs

from Drowning In Restricted Thought by Crossworm

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There’s someone inside of my mind that I am trying to confide in. Loose at the screw and obtuse. I am Poseidon, for drowning in revolution truth beneath the waves. My brain leaking out in the avenue with the strays. I left a mess best kept beneath the stress, but you ingest the guts that I flex the best. And it’s a part of you, I can feel you feeling it change. When it rains, it pours evil that leaves stains. Punch drunk, a skeleton hammers at my face; sick of being locked in a closet with all of my disgrace. They’re out to get you. Demons of the past unite under the banner of bringing me to my last rite. Put up a fight in the fright house. I can’t escape. Liken the fight to a lycan. Luna ripened his fate. Bludgeon the sight of the hyper-riteous. Eiffel in height. Feed up the blight in my brain and become the bleak of night.

Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between the eyes. Inside the sound. Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between my lies. Drowning and bound.

There’s something inside of my mind that I am tryna’ confess. It’s evil and I need to just get it off of my chest. I’m possessed by everything that can decay. I know that if only a couple of more tries can show me the way, I’ll be set. The Devil I bet. Gamble a soul. I regret. The mandible met, draining me whole. Understand this isn’t a test, it’s a session of pain. Confessed ugliest thought of disdain. There’s someone inside of my mind that’s living under the stairs. It feeds on my envy and fucks with my fairs. It’s a parasite eating and shitting my spirit out. Near to the fear and doubt, never be there to hear me out. Locked away I’m inside of my cage like a stray. A feral dog in my ways set up to fail today. But I digress. Stress is a bitch and it shows, and my throat will open and empty on my clothes.

Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between the eyes. Inside the sound. Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between my lies. Drowning and bound.

There’s someone under the stairs. The cellar feeds on bodies so automatic. There’s evil up in the attic. The rats panic and scratch to get their teeth at it.

Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between the eyes. Inside the sound. Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between my lies. Drowning and bound.

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from Drowning In Restricted Thought, released March 3, 2016

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Crossworm Grand Rapids, Michigan

Crossworm is a heathen anti-pop artist.

"Crossworm is almost annoyingly talented. Musician, artist, poet, and essayist, he’s seemingly a potential threat in almost any artistic medium you drop him into.

Crossworm’s music is a strong mix of violent imagery, anthemic chorus’s, introspection and societal critique told from the voice of the proletariat."

-Ryan Nehring,
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