Institute - Salt (2014)

Institute - Salt Lyrics

1. Salt

salt of the earth doesn't mean shit

it's just spoon fed to those who only choose to listen

like a case carved into a hand

that's salt of the earth, salt of the land

it doesn't mean shit, salt of the earth doesn't mean shit

personal outrage, media's spit

attributed to class and some trustworthy self image

trope of a farmer - a lawyer - the pope

spinning malleable morality - purity - hope

minds are scarred but it doesn't show

masculinity swells, but who could've known?

last chance at immortality

that's salt of the earth salt of the land

2. Nausea

don't see myself in the mirror, i see another man

he looks like me, yet he mocks me

we spend some time together, we spend our lives together

i desire the experience of a moment alone

to be free can be the worst prison

3. Familiar Stranger

nostalgia is fragile

i dip my toes into the tepid water, it laps over my skin

submerged, i'm swimming

as i crown for the surface my eyes blur

i make out a figure, a familiar stranger

4. Immorality

you were ashamed of what you knew

oh but the big folks, they knew something too

of a sewer to drain swollen needs of christian men

so unspoken, so unshamed, you leaned your head down anyway

immorality's near

wasn't punished as a child, so i punished myself

grief and mundanity in my sense of self

the condition wrapped up in a fischl painting

come on, i don't need your pity

immorality's near

5. An Absence

as i strip away the wax figure i've presented all of my life

i expose a dull interior masked by this cunning deceit of a smile

i tried to be intelligent - virtuous - indulgent- and shocked

but it was all so unexciting, i'm a void - an absence - a loss

and i spit on the blind

i have no desire for experience, no desire for anything at all

it's all just disgusting, this guilt that's triggered my fall

others so quick to a task, death regiments their daily lives

and they lean on the cross like a crutch to insure their place in heaven

and i spit on the blind

and i wish i would die

me, i never saw a task, nothing worth the follow through

puzzled by creatures who die for money

for their families - for their lives - for their brood

all of these are just impediments, just foot prints lying in the sand

that'll all be so quickly washed away when sweet death reaches his hand