Skin

thiscausticautumn

This is the title track from our three song EP. The other two songs, “Still,” and “Pretend I’m Dead” ended up on the LP, “Novella Minor,” but we left this one out, not being happy with the overall recording, and feeling that there were songs that suited the album better anyway. However; I think we’re going to redo it in the near future as a potential track for album No. 2.
In the meantime, I hope you can dig this one.
-Rain

Skin
I’ve been advised to write it all down, but I don’t know where to begin. It all seems to me like one endless event, through which the lessons have poured in.
Once inside; Sympathetic intentions show you reel after reel of old film. I set sail like a stone into vacant beliefs, comprised of our collective new skin.
I took my advice and burned it all down, but then I had nowhere to live. The tranquil sound of your relentless consent forms a conduit through which I’ve been led by synthetic intentions that show me reel after reel of old film. I’ve set sail like a stone into vacant beliefs, comprised of our collective new skin.
It’s clear to me now, as all this is churned out, that there is no beginning or end. Time is violently long and forms a doorway through which you cannot step.
You cannot step to the side of my pathetic inventions with the last piece of my missing head. Through the sweet rust of dawn I crawl out of defeat, collecting all this handsome new skin. Despite my prosthetic intentions, I’ve severed the tree from it’s limbs. Like a poem, I’m unsettled, vague, and obese; surprised by my own see through skin.
I’ve been advised to write it all down, but I don’t know where to begin. It all seems to me like one endless event, through which the lessons have poured in.