"Lackluster" : l y r i c s : Lackluster I did think all things started to muster There was light in my eyes That now seems so lackluster Hearts bemoan Underneath the grinding stone So we wailed against the wind No one gained and no one dared to rescind Even now with spring Unfurling her cling (Dancing into the rite of spring) Clever Another endeavor Well not planned Everything was hard-pressed and I Wouldnt try to reprimand Courses daring where I stand In the arms Of the waters of oblivion I never shun One by one We would fall Each and every person A roll call

euphoreador euphoreador uses many styles in his music, from industrial beats and noise to melodious hammered dulcimer, from poetic soundscapes to aural creations. In addition to creating music, euphoreador also does many forms of art, from video to poetry to painting. He also produces a poetry show called The Countdown that can be found through his site.