CODE703 (2019) (Remaster)

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Botanist

Botany, also called plant science (or plant sciences), plant biology or phytology, is the science of plant life and a branch of biology. A botanist, plant scientist or phytologist is a scientist who specialises in this field. The term "botany" comes from the Ancient Greek word βοτάνη (botanē) meaning "pasture", "herbs" "grass", or "fodder"; βοτάνη is in turn derived from βόσκειν (boskein), "to feed" or "to graze". Traditionally, botany has also included the study of fungi and algae by mycologists and phycologists respectively, with the study of these three groups of organisms remaining within the sphere of interest of the International Botanical Congress. Nowadays, botanists (in the strict sense) study approximately 410,000 species of land plants of which som… more »

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So far gone, so far beyond any reconciliation
Felt my organs tumble, I received the confirmation
You were gone for good, goddammit, I should have recanted my regrets
So your ever-lonely soul would never feel like it beget
The beginning of my downfall, it isn't over yet
It's entirely possible that we'd be reunited
If we can just disseminate your feeling oh-so slighted
It's true I know I screwed up, it's true that I'm a mess
If we could try again, then boy I'd be so blessed
Ne'er again will I corrupt or commit a cardinal sin
Remember when I'd fly to Georgia just to make amends?
My error's almost palpable, but trust I understand it
Precipitate the palpitation of my heart through candid photos and statements,
I know I'm late to pay rent
I got a lot of fines and fees, so please don't leave me stranded
I'll engrave these words upon my soul to conjure heaven
Then I'll beg the lustrous deities my failure's impact lessened
All of my mistakes are carved into the tree of life
My strife is constant, never-ending I'm aching for new beginnings
Celtic triskelion, Oroborous cycling
The demons never leave me and I'm aiming for requital, see
My guilt is weighing heavy
Like an overflowing levee
My consciousness spills into a mold awaiting pressing,
Everything is fleeting
Life, love, and whimpering
There's nothing here to fear
Yet somehow I'm a mess
Often called a pest, and so I hide within my shelter
Never wishing for the freedom of a friendship helter skelter
Unrequieted love's like being teased by several seraphim
And all I ever wanted was a regular fucking relationship
(If you make friends, you'll lose your humanity
If you have friends, you'll have to take care of them
If your friends get hurt, you'll get hurt too
If your friends are sad, you'll be sad too
In other words, you'll have more weaknesses
That's a weakness as a human being)
Hello, imperfection, it's been a while
How you been? I've been swell myself till I remembered you exist
Nothing's as it should be, Shyamalan, what a twist
Consciously I represent the truest state of zen
But in the end, the fact remains I'm anything but content
Loathing all my deeds, and yet I fear a conscious shift
That's why I drive an automatic, let me be emphatic
Cruising like I'm losing every bit of self-respect
These tunes are for myself and all of the statues I'll erect
Of every one I've ever wronged, experiment like Sung Tongs
I'll question whether time will tell or if it's been denounced
Comb through our old letters like I'm hunting for a louse
Black box and school bus,
Cross-state commute was the true defining factor in acknowledging all my errors
Now I write these songs in the hopes that you will hear them
Lend me your fucking ear, please

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