Dust from Nil by Ceiling Demons

What we love will turn to dust,
open hearts soon close up.
Drain the blood and quench the thirst
that is feeding this hurt.
Mistakes mutate into misplaced scares of hate.
Guilt quilts
the worthless chills
as they spill into today.
Like the rivers, we run away
though our shadows will not escape.
Even in the brightest lights
demons remain.
I regret not saying anything,
I never saw you again.
I feel the pain, I feel the rain, I feel the strains of this weight.
I feel the pain, I feel the rain, I feel the strains of this wait.
I feel the pain, I feel the rain, I feel the strains of this weight.

They call and I respond.
I call to no response.
It’s an endless tone,
one that I’ve got to know too well,
My friends scatter into the unknown
Four winds blow.
I lost my sense of home.
Directionless days make us feel alone.
Are you lonely and broke,
rejecting any hope -
That you may have once thought
was the best way to cope?
True love is dope.
True hate will provoke
a feeling wheedling us to throw stones.
I’ll disappear in a puff of smoke.
This world will take its toll.

You are my anti-depression, my question, my lesson, my poison, my habit, my sugar, my blessing. You are my anti-depression, my question, my lesson, my poison, my habit, my sugar, my blessing. You are my anti-depression, my question, my lesson, my poison, my habit, my sugar, my blessing.

• Alternative
• Spoken Word
• alternative hip-hop
• art rap
• folk
• indie
• United Kingdom