"Soul touching lyrics, heart tugging beat, a life of loss, and mistakes laid at your feet. With the skill of a wordsmith, Simulate Existence will reach into your soul to pull loose the pain and destroy your walls.....good mourning." - Mark Detwiler
Artist's Statement:
Mourning was written about my past mistakes and how they maintain to linger. The reasons behind them don't justify the actions and never will. The lyrics definitely maintain a pretty masichistic theme throughout.
lyrics
Mourning:
Sit still my statuette, stupid mistakes shall never let go
Shall never let em know, the facade beneath my skull the truth within the hull,
The cancer inside this bull live your life more full
More like mournful shoot me a look more scornful,
Please break my knees kill my seeds hands up freeze,
Drop to the floor pop lock and cock barrel to temple
Shoulda lived more simple but I'm sinful,
Disgraced my kin folk so I'm sulking and bulking,
Just trace my last tear cut no slack and turn your back
Away - I strayed from you so just - walk away,
Live to love another day,
The theory is simple the execution is the problem,
For I'm still standing and I'm still gonna rob em, for all they've got,
All emotion that's not needed depleted,
Cause They're constantly moving and they ain't never gonna stop,
Every time we try its destructed and crushed
Every time we try it becomes reverted to dust,
Every time we cry we die a little lonely and cold,
How do you overcome this once they've stolen your soul?
Hook
More like mournful my south paw is thorn-full,
Her look is still scornful and my life is still porn-full,
I begged and pleaded for you to leave me damnit,
I begged and needed you to still breath,
I no longer know if I'm the cancer or the host,
Can't manage to cope without excluding my past ghost,
I can't stop moving thanks to the late RH,
I can't stop shooting text at my old RA,
Death envelopes me in a great iced huddle,
Life leaves the realm there's no more struggle,
I'm a man now, that's a joke; you're a girl still, that's the truth;
Don't think this don't make me sad for this is something I must do,
Every time i try its destructed and crushed
Every time I try it becomes reverted to dust,
Every time i cry i die a little lonely and cold,
How would you overcome this once they've stolen your soul?
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