lamentation Songtext
von sonia is dead

Blessed be the fruit
Whose fig skin is ripe
Whose rind is decaying
Running towards a blight
Head first towards the sun
Like a thousand mosquitoes′ suicide wish
Just for a sense of control
Left bitter and naked


Yelling bits of truth and reason
Into the mountains sky
Calling out for answers
Some sense of a compromise
But all that's left is a series of fragments and narratives
Bound by choices
Burdened and excessive

If my hand is inadequate
Am I predetermined to keep silent
To be so sure of one′s footing must be a privilege
I long for a sense of clarity in the grass and the dirt
My hands grasp
Greedily and undeserved

If the fruit falls like stars onto the earth
An inferno of sulfur brought to condemn my worth
The old fig tree's branches have withered and decayed
A symbol of indecision
Shielded by the winter's edge

And I choose