Cursive - Devourer
'Devourer' is a knotty, visceral listen.
Lyrics
We think we want to live forever It's an unrealistic feat I don't want to live forever I can't bear the agony I don't want to live to outlove everyone Goddamn, one life is hard enough All this beauty's everending
Every sunrise you attempt Every sunset you neglect They're counting down to finity Nothing seems so evergreen When everything is everending It's that time of year again Trees stripped of their elegance Our skeletons ache in our skins Seasons passing, as do we
You and me are everending You and me are everending You and me are ever — Trying to make a diamond out of coal Trying to make a mountain out of mulch
Everybody's drinking heavy We're in a hurry to be done The point of all of this eludes us Like a snowflake on the tongue We're uniquely on the brink of extinction This blip of life is one and done All this beauty's everending
I try to find significance In each line that I commit An exercise in senselessness Time will scrub our past from us Memory is everending In the Winter of our lives Will we hibernate or fight? What's the upside to survive? It may be short and ran its course
Life is rich and everending Life is rich and everending Life is rich and ever Trying to make a molehill seem more grand Trying to make a mountain
It's just sand upon eroding shores A city bombed and since ignored A simple dream you can't recall A glimpse into a crystal ball You and me, forever everending A brilliant flash of fantasy
Trying to make this life seem less absurd Trying to make a mountain out of words
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About this track
"Everending" is a song by Cursive from the album Vitriola, released in 2018.
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From Dork
'Devourer' is a knotty, visceral listen.
For nearly 30 years, Tim Kasher and co. have challenged genre conventions, keeping Cursive's sound fiercely unpredictable.
Indie-rock stalwarts Cursive are back with their first album in six years. With society falling apart around us, it's a suitably vitriolic reaction to the state of the world.
‘Vitriola’ bubbles and boils with anger and simmers with regret and futility.