Arrows Lyrics

So, what is love but unorderly death

The thoughts of an author, poured into text

More than just sex and maudlin stress

Caught in hex, yes.. that's the coroners guess

It's learning how to fall to all you've confessed

A call to let go, of your caution the depth

Such a gorgeous mess of enormous breadth

A cause to defend until courtship ends

The thorn and the rose, a torture we blessed

It can alter your breath, 'til it's all that is left

Not a fool, a jest, so you ought to know best

Although yet, led to the slaughter instead

It seeps into your voids 'til the mortar is set

It's hard break free when your walls are condemned

Caught in the call of the meds

How can it cause such stress, if it's all in your head

What is power without purpose

And doubt can sour worship

A flower without surface

Will wilt and die

My tarot shadows first kiss

And dangles strands of perfect

These arrows carry curses

That fill the sky

What is power without purpose

And doubt can sour worship

A flower without surface

Will wilt and die

My tarot shadows first kiss

And dangles strands of perfect

These arrows carry curses

That kill my high

What is love? If not divine excursion

A chemical reactions? Exactly how the science words it?

It underlies your surface, until it smites you worthless

Is it just the finding of a client who provides a service

Nah that's a sleight, disservice, the highs are wild and fervent

Until you slide into the title of compliant servant

But when it's right it's worth it, those butterflies are perfect

It is finding purpose, a kind of righteous worship

The combining of two lives.. Sublime immersion

Entwined hoping that our vines don't collide and merge in

Leaving tears that slide to dry until you hide the hurting

Until you think, behind every apple lies serpent

Oh.. it is slightly murderous

Trying to confine a pride of lions, silently inside a circus

But If you find it, ignore the worst of it and try to nurture it

Because many strive blindly but die in search of it

What is power without purpose

And doubt can sour worship

A flower without surface

Will wilt and die

My tarot shadows first kiss

And dangles strands of perfect

These arrows carry curses

That fill the sky

What is power without purpose

And doubt can sour worship

A flower without surface

Will wilt and die

My tarot shadows first kiss

And dangles strands of perfect

These arrows carry curses

That kill my high