Taking the alternative route
To which I cannot find
Left another world behind
To see what it's like to try
I abandon all who see
The mirror reflections within me
Dancing through the waves
Losing the last of my brain
Holding the hilt of this sword
Jumping off the diving board
I can't make myself my own lord
What's left is ripped and torn
The almighty hand is coming
Coming back around
Swept me off my feet
Slammed me in the ground
The end is clouding up
The remains of sanity
Seek out falling luck
Stepping over the seeds
Holding the hilt of this sword
Jumping off the diving board
I can't make myself my own lord
What's left is ripped and torn
There is not much that is left
Into a darkness, emptiness
Dreading the future, loathe the past
Caress you lover, don't look back
Holding the hilt of this sword
Jumping off the diving board
I can't make myself my own lord
What's left is ripped and torn
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023