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Dedicated, Resistant, Minute.

by BOLOTONE

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Dedication 03:12
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Tying a memory to a bird within its cage, He often forgets as static churns through his dreams. Spinning a web to finally fulfill his aspirations. In lack of forgiveness, his passion avidly screams. With optimism he stimulates cold, utopian cries. Insurgent engagement, rid from the terribly deceased. Shooting gazes of honor to dismemberment on his screen. Based in a false sense of power, his vengeance shall never cease. The Man in the Wall sits motionless, pale, plastered, and dazed; Preventing illusions, (but) pointless through, constant fists of rage. Beside himself, he is powerless (strained by the fibers of silk); Unable to fathom the consequence, which he must engage. Lackluster innocense, and a fading desire for courtesy, A shadow of dissonance cloaking the man in white chains. His hope is lost in arrogance, with ensured dishonesty, Wrapped tight in blindness to the faces on his screen. No faith, no honor, no courtesy, fearful of distant demise. Worshipping gods and idols while shrouded in arrogance, it's all just a sign of the times.
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Wander 04:15
Give me a reason! Why is it so? There's more for me if I go. Don't be rash now, you know it's wrong! Why should happiness be wrong? If I wander away from here, would you notice my absence and shame? If I leave you abandoned, please know that I still care, it wasn't in vein. Please just give things another chance, don't just give in! I adore your attempt, but, my mind's been made for a while, and that I can't change. Don't let us be estranged. If I wandered away from here, you would not notice my absence or shame. If I leave you abandoned, I would still hear your voice, calling my name.
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A reflection of anguish, that refuses to shy, brightens itself to prove its reprise, giving us hope while everyone dies. Kaleidoscope of infinity, open a void of sanity and understanding, (which) helps us see through our disdain and ignorance. I have stepped into discord, and seen with my own eyes, suffering in the fallout of oppressive freedom. Red-scared we lose our morals, fighting to restore what we all thought would be the golden era of our kind, fostered by insanity! (2x) Sensibility overlooked by strain. Strangle what ails. Hoping that our sorrows dissapate. To no avail. Keeping faith we'll reinstill mankind. There's little hope, (and) that, we do not realize. Selfish aspirations thwart our cries. Disillusioned, failed solution, prime contusion, institutional LIES! Alas, I have witnessed misery, trudging through lies and ignorance. Paving a path toward innocense, to be destroyed by arrogance. Destiny is but a fatal fallacy. We must not live through discord, to live in harmony. Forsaken discord is calling your name, heed its cry and discover your aim. Forfeit your inner dissonance, (and) find a place to incubate desire.
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Delusions 06:27
Too much wasted time given to you. It's a mistake trying to know you. This lust has formed dense illusions, which makes me blind to all of your delusions. Your lack of thought gives you permission for you to form your suspicions. If that's a tough one to swallow, (then) hold your hair back, now, try to follow. You crave kindness, yet you always resort to shyness. (You) sighing, undenying hypocritic, if you don't understand, you must be illiterate. Brace yourself, you deny yourself, I must go on, and I must defend myself. Bonds, they cannot last if you're the culprit. You've lost your chance, now I want you to beg for it! (2x) This finally was written all by you. Not remembering why shows just what it meant to You burden those around but claim your disinterest in them. Shamelessly, you let your eyes drift aside.
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I feel nothing, yet only see you. There are no words to recount what I feel. It's killing me and my heart too. Was it something I said? what have I done? Your dead silence speaks of your lack of zeal. Have you no care for anyone? Day by day, I lifelessly live on, subtle seathing. Thoughts concealed, unwillingly fond. Conscience Fading. My broken spirit, it lurks within. Tense and lost, I cannot rest. Helpless passion, covered in sin. Day by day, I lifelessly live on, subtle seathing. Thoughts concealed, unwillingly fond. Conscience Fading. Gone. Now it's clear it's time to move on, (I'm) hopeless, I'm shaken. Haunted by my love, and pain. I'm only seeing you.
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Every lie that you tell brings us such hell. Dragged, hands-tied, I must burn this bastard shroud. Falsehood claims of omnipotence, binding silent cries. You're not such an angel yourself, don't dare tread on my psychotic sanity. Holding your selfish love, and you question mine. Am I the one at fault for taking what walks to me? Competitive madness, plaguing social demise. Given the chance to redeem yourself, but you just walk away, you fickle parasite! Through cold blood and arrogance, stained by "textbook" lies. Embedded in confidence, (quote) "rumors", he cries. In one's mind, which they call dense, searching in his eyes. Finding solutions while you just sit guarding your precious and taken for-granted will. Use of words for an abuse of one's name. Faith aside, you must realize your own greed. Falling victim to unjust, bullshit claims. Passive, microaggressive, your silence and poor intent cripple your spite. Unyielding cynic, guard your informative stint. Care for all until all rupture their love to send. Selling your story as if it's real, anti-climatic, but not by its guise. Speak for yourself you arrogant, turbulent, persistent, reverend. Through cold blood and arrogance, stained by "textbook" lies. Embedded in confidence, (quote) "rumors", he cries. In one's mind, which they call dense, searching in his eyes. Finding solutions while you just sit guarding your precious and taken for-granted will. I shall free myself from this civily. No flaking out, I'm backing out to salvage chivalry. Although there is a price, it shall suffice to endure within you, throughout unholy trinity. You cannot deny, it's petrifying individually. To deny yourself will hide yourself in shrouds of misery. For all that it's worth, it's not my fault things are this way. They are self-absorbed, and all, in short, irredeemable.
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You shant rectify this mess that you have made. It shall haunt you for all of your futile life. Should you choose to come fuck with my livelihood, you will find yourself bleeding internally!
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IV. Epiphany 03:58
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Must I abandon this drive? Is there something I can do? Is there any chance to hide these parasitic, non-simplistic, pivotal signs. Must I eradicate each and every memory, insult, convoluted story all for what may come for every friend and loosened tie. This life, heading to shambles, buried in strife, only rage will help excite its shallow might someone aid in making all of it trite? (8x) Selfish lies ail me. Sullen cries aid me. Keep your fears, hold them near, Live sensibly and die.
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I have set myself apart from that, which is, my past. I have both earned and established truth among surrounding souls. I have endured false care and hypocrite ethics, both of which, haunt me still. Throughout which endeavors, you've only tread on me. I have sought to entertain, while you've brought upon me shame. I have shared my own pain, while you've filled me with disdain. I have tried to keep sane, while you've driven me insane. Throughout which endeavors, you would shed blood on me. I have learned both love and life, aiming to practice both in decades-to-come. I have stapled my name into a future, that is my own. I have earned professional wisdom, and experience, and would share incite to my bystanders. Throughout which endeavors, you have only lay doubt on me. I have strained cells to improve, while you'd strain cells and deteriorate. I have made strides to simplify living, while you've strived to only complicate. I have learned to handle my pride, while you've managed to sweep it aside. Throughout which endeavors, you have put strain on me. And so, I leave you with this one conclusion.... You're an irredeemable cunt.
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released August 24, 2020

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