"The Tides do March" : l y r i c s : The Tides do March Dont you feel it freezing in your bones today I do I filled all my pockets full of stones Now Im sinking into the clay I miss everyone I ever loved Nothing seems it will pull me through My black is more true Than the deepest blue I tried so hard I sank my way As waif and stray Applied as bard No expected pay But effulgent light of day Dark I am so damn proud of us humans I am so in love with what we are I dont see the poor I thank god for that I just see our apathy Get supersized fat Lazy shit and were slacking off Turn your right cheek and then cough If only we could Better ourselves Slippery slope Books shelves Ill find you a better man If its the last thing I do That much is true Through all the great test place Bottoms deep Construe Righteous sleep Cry for A hell of a lot more

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.