#purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams IT DONT BRING ME RELIEF

[mell0bee]

the oh hellos weren’t kidding. when the cold wind rolls in from the north what am i to do fr fr

[soapcan18]

MY PALMS AND FINGERS STILL REEK WITH GASOLINE FROM THROWING FUEL TO THE FIRE OF THAT GRECO-ROMAN DREAM PURIFY THE HOLY ROCK TO MELT THE GILDED SEAMS IT DONT BRING ME RELIEF NO IT DON’T BRING ME NOTHINGGG

[trickstarbrave]

i need to make an animatic to this. this is to so vivec to me you dont understand

See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like Centurions than any little messiah (the ordinators wearing nerevar's face but are not the hero/messiah figure like nerevar was) And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but (the more time goes on after attaining godhood the less and less he is like nerevar, someone he longed to be like) My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring (allusion to vivec saying the fire on his head was enlightenment--but that in reality vivec cut his hair in honor of nerevar our of devotion. the 'fire' in this case being his love for him) But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again And again and again (foul murder, now that the red moment has happened, can never be undone)

[made-nondescript]

this one part of passerine by the oh hellos ALWAYS makes me think of ctechno:

My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that

just the act of doing something you think you know is right and realizing in the end you don’t feel any better for having done it. maybe not even doing it by choice. i dont know. ctechno verse in my heart

[haven-gum-rockrose]

when the oh hellos said:

"see my birds of a kind they more and more are looking like

centurions than any little messiah

as i prune my feathers, like leaves from the vine

i find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but

my palms and fingers still reak of gasoline

from throwing fuel to the fire of that greco-roman dream

purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams

it dont bring me relief, no it dont bring me nothing"

they were talking about Dazai actually.

[losing-track]

MY PALMS AND FINGERS STILL REEK OF GASOLINE FROM THROWING FUEL TO THE FIRE OF THAT GRECO ROMAN DREAM PURIFYING THE HOLY ROCK TO MELT THE GILDED SEAMS IT DONT BRING ME RELIEF NO IT DONT BRING ME NOTHING THAT YOU WERE THE SONG THAT I'D ALWAYS SING YOU WERE THE LIGHT THAT THE FIRE WOULD BRING BUT I CAN'T SHAKE THIS FEELING THAT I WAS ONLY PUSHING THE SPEAR INTO YOUR SIDE AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN....