Today I Caught the Plague — The Artisan Movement lyrics

Lyrics

I’ll have never meant a word
Adversely, implications may well remain serious as a death march if in infinite
reprise
Funeral strings quiver in anticipation of this:
The quiet declaration of an auditory epitaph
As dire romantic symbolists ready final muted breaths
But still words that roll off lips spill upon soil without a sound
True intentions bound to canvas inherently incapable of comprehension
Tired hearts lie in the umbra of the ink stains so long as seers choose to view
it black
Let noted observations permeate long vacant stares
We, the ocean, awash incognizance with waves
Bury nescience shifthing sand
Forego recitation in favour of the flood, incarnation of plight
Now if victims could just keep their heads up long enough to remember the
soundscape immersion might not tarnish the evening…
A preceding void if filled by expressions of comprehension should perchance
instill a sense of oft lost and faltering assurance
Overworked thoughts less external reinforcement grow forgetful of their
pertinence until stated less remembrance
This the enigma, intensified with each insolvent resurgence
Unraveled by a well placed word of relevance
We’ll entertain the socialites with the untimely death of the artisan should
words interrupt the affair