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The Profane Grail

from Jettison Yr Dreams by Holy Profane

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lyrics

there comes a time to tire of
chasing grotesque lifestyles to get a fix
of thrill, attention, or blissful forgetfulness:
the holy grail feeling you think exists.

when you obtain it, realize its emptiness.
left with a hangover, lack of respect, and lost friends.
oh goddamn but you lived-
can't have a story without its valleys and its peaks.

sitting on your downtime at work, reading gonzo journalism,
wanna score yourself somebody who's the embodiment of that free recklessness.
missing the subtext on how the hippie wave crest broke,
and left at shore some drowning zombies,
all drugged out with egos.

bitching at the basement show, step out to smoke another cigarette.
you are wondering where the person that you came here with went.
keeping your emotions guarded 'til the moment that your intent
explodes out of you as a sabotaging lament,
wonder why you feel alone in a homogenous crowd,
while they're all wondering the same thing about themselves.

staring at your profile, my eyes glowing red.
I was wishing I could connect in the physical realm instead.
wondering why flowery pretentious language could never grant me
any commiseration outside of my obscure obsessions-
with rococo on repeat, I couldn't tell it was about me,
shiny wrapping paper around an empty being.

what we became didn't satisfy-
we chased it so hard, the price just didn't justify.
everything is as it was, and what will be-
we apply fresh coats of paint onto static ennui.
who would have guessed how easy being could be?-
we think ourselves away from living for our simple needs.

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from Jettison Yr Dreams, released June 1, 2021

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