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Things the Sun Ate (EP)

by A Flower in Disguise

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I’m never really alone I’m never really alone Left in one hand gifts In the other what was done with them If the knife fits one hand One hand with a knife through it One hand with a scythe and diamond teeth To eat, to eat what was sown I’m never really alone I’m never really alone Every single night Mining gold by the ocean Zero is a whole, I didn’t dig myself one With dirty fingernails and scratch marks through When I was laid in it empty They told me so I learned there’s value in the broken infinity So, there’s nothing to prove to anyone They told me so I’ve already outdone myself Lightening the feeling of a burden Round two, they pile on In packs they come If the knife fits One hand with a knife through it One hand with a scythe and diamond teeth To eat, to eat what was sown I’m never really alone I’m never really alone The nutrients left in the marrow of matured bone One hand in the devil’s A fork in the road A soul with a body Making the map as I go I own what I reap What I find I keep If the knife fits One hand full of roses
2.
You can miss me I reciprocate cautiously While you’ve given me nightmares Turned my white flag red I’m not your freak, I’m not your geek Or somewhere in between I’m not your art You make me sick not weak Using me, using me So, you can feel strong, innocent, and pure When I’ve been straight edge I’m not a scale to measure You don’t care as long as they’re calling I don’t have to go anywhere to be alone Pain is the only comfort I’ve ever known Kept me young, on my toes The only constant to catch me It’s the irony No, I’m not fooled Your ways ridicule You don’t get it and you never will I don’t want to win anymore I know what the prize is and what it means But I want more You won’t catch me vulnerable No one is deserving It’s all a show It’s always been a show For the imaginary audience But you still have no imagination Conformity wouldn’t make us match No getting past this Under a microscope You can miss me I reciprocate cautiously While you’ve given me nightmares Turned my white flag red I’m not your freak, I’m not your geek Or somewhere in between I’m not your art, what you make of me You make me sick not weak Using me, using me, as a toy So, you can feel strong, innocent, and pure When I’ve been straight edge I’m not a scale to measure You don’t care as long as they’re calling I don’t have to go anywhere to be alone Pain is the only comfort I’ve ever known Kept me young, on my toes The only constant to catch me It’s the irony No, I’m not fooled Your ways ridicule You don’t get it and you never will
3.
A tunnel straight to the sky No one noticed what was missing No one noticed what was different Center of the bell The one fallen down deep in the well Patience sharpened the blade To pierce the dull Practice quickened the hand To strike and strike efficiently With one eye open sleep peacefully Weed out the weak Overlooked, prey on the longing The ones praying for a wish The war of dead Salvadorian horses Lead by toy soldiers So high are the horses So weak is the mind when simplified Patience sharpen the blade Like my eyes To pierce the dull Practice quickened the hand To find the faults To strike and strike efficiently With one eye open sleep peacefully Weed out the weak Overlooked, prey on the longing The ones praying for a wish The war of dead Salvadorian horses Lead by toy soldiers So high are the horses So weak is the mind when simplified
4.
Scaled Heart 04:54
Dug it up Wrote it down Put the moon first Put the mood first It’s a hunger mistaken Bitter fruit, biting for bruises Beggars can’t be choosers And I lost it all when I cried over you And I lost it all when I cried over you It’s an art when the heart is starved Hypnotized by the rhythm Sweet home in the pattern Pulling me in like skin, inhaling me Inhabiting the whistling of the wind To the ghost that keep calling The glimpse in the corner of my vision It runs deep Tapping the glass to no reaction Prisoner who can’t see the bars They wish to haunt me, but I won’t let them Tapping outside the window, knocking on the door The creak of the floor The silhouettes, laughter echoing down the hall Scaled my brain Heavy in the arms Scaled my heavy heart so heavy heart Yes and no, it’s true I’m unmoved Cold hearted compared to you I didn’t come to this consciously, no I was lead to it By the closed doors To choose life I am a bitter fruit amongst vegetables and the half-eaten In the garden catching rain in the palms of my hands Safe from where the world is sick, sad, and cruel What can you do buried in life Scales of the balance The heart and the brain Passion and the pain The maudlin chasm expanding and opening Captive to the racing Hair raising Hypnotized by the rhythm Sweet home in the pattern Pulling me in like skin, inhaling me Inhabiting the whistling of the wind To the ghost that keep calling The glimpse in the corner of my vision It runs deep Talking to myself so I never confide To realize the mask, I can’t take off My head is in the clouds
5.
Shadowless 04:20
Not sure what they want me for Not sure what they love me for Not sure what they see in me I keep repeating myself not sure they hear me Hear me The love, the praise The criticism, the hate Be grateful You can watch it all fade away Asking why the sky is blue Asking why the room tilts to you It’s a revolver Sometimes a door For others worthy It eats and eats, with hands for teeth Torn apart, burnt to be turned away Pseudo slamming of heaven’s gates, heaven’s gate Oh, false divinity, pseudo royalty You could look right at it and you’ll never see The stars are burning, slowly The world shadowless, shadowless, shadowless The world shadowless You can have it all Too close, almost The territory of the sun Besides the shine It’s all the eyes Best go blind It’s a revolver Sometimes a door For others worthy It eats and eats, with hands for teeth Torn apart, burnt to be turned away Pseudo slamming of heaven’s gates, heaven’s gate Oh, false divinity, pseudo royalty You could look right at it and you’ll never see The stars are burning, slowly The world shadowless, shadowless, shadowless The world shadowless Not sure what they want me for Not sure what they love me for Not sure what they see in me I keep repeating myself not sure they hear me Hear me
6.
Onion Girl 02:58
They have my scent My skin is peeling From my face and my fingers And I stink of it No more huffing and puffing Fragile as paper Bringing tears to my eyes Of joy and disappointment at the detachment I don’t feel anything It’s more a surprise How thick the skin is I take it off like somethings on me I take it off like somethings got me Houses of bone Houses of blood And tear made glass A twist on a classic My head’s on backwards Shuck onion girl Cross the river, melting paper Through the trees, skin falling like leaves They come hunting in threes And I stink of it No more huffing and puffing Fragile as paper Bringing tears to my eyes Of joy and disappointment at the detachment I don’t feel anything It’s more a surprise How thick the skin is I take it off like somethings on me I take it off like somethings got me Yet to hit something Houses of bone Houses of blood And tear made glass A twist on a classic

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released March 10, 2021

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Singer/songwriter/producer/visual artist and writer.
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