Barometrics (A ****** of Fates)
By Andrew Robinson

[Solo intro]

[Clean Phase I (instr.)]

[Clean Phase II, verse]
At the blistered contacts
At the suit of flies
Come to recover
Come bite to pry

Careful corrosion
Ornate rusts, they run

The rotten circumference
Expire in change
The fade verse subsides
As wounds bleed their age

Lacquer sick on the flesh
Drunken fathoms

Drink me!

[Clean Phase III]
[Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III]

[Distorted Phase II, verse]
Seeped warp of walls
A sanguine distance
Steeped liquor, combine
An astral chance

With combustion and form
Fevers masked in blood

Calls dissonant pulse
Drag our sour roots
Throats of the rip tide
Choke lecherous grooves

Bore forty knots haste
Set bones with the mud

Come Skye!

[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back

From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you

[Distorted Phase II, verse]
Wet mottled and suture
Yet the coursing ache
Brims ******* flotsam
Pulls at our wake

My contour dissolve
Key strokes soak

Color!

Me a new world

[Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III]

[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back

From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you

Cover the oceans
In ashen stars
Cover the night
Our tempest hearts

Somewhere I have a mind
To hold on to!

[Cesura]

[Distorted Phase V, bridge]
She wanes
Wading out the shallow
Of the lights, an engine of ink
‘hind my eye

Due depth
Shake horizon’s fray
Withered wind of the sea
My decay

[Clean Phase III, bridge cont.]

When hell wakes
And manifests the clasp
Of the calloused oil
In my hands

And the blade
I’ll send my pride and crass
Beside my crimes and guilt
Out to shore

With brittle oars

[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back

From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you

Cover the oceans
In ashen stars
Cover the night
Our tempest hearts

Somewhere I dream of you
In tides!

Oh, in tides!

[Clean Phase I over Distorted Phase III; slow and fade to end]

Just a phase

Phases you

Said it was a phase

Just a phase, haha

I wished you could rephase

The way you called it

Meant It wasn’t a place

So inside of you

For me there was no space

Time, hours, days

Please ignore me, I’m already dead

you won’t mourn me

A phase is but a passing of shadow

Something there now that will be gone by tomorrow

**** man, you’re killing me

I, wish I took it more seriously when

You told me this was just a “phase”

Written in the chapter of your book

I was the first line of each hook

Spinning the phrase, “And in this phase…”

Like an actor on the screen

Sometimes I was happy

Sometimes mean, but I could never intervinene

In the...phase.

I was someone that you could lean on

Urging you to dream on

Peddling the wheels of this

Phase

Falling deep into the haze

Of an anecdotal leisie

and called “love.”

What was just a phase.