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Tremble
04:59
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Can I find a lost sense of apathy?
In the trees I surrender to thee
Sometimes life is all you can handle
Something wrong is happening
And how hopeless can you feel on this day?
"I've fallen from December", at last I cry
Subject to me the promises you're working for
And leave me standing alone and deluded
For seasons to come, I left for the rain
Enchanted for what? This physical pain?
I'm falling asleep, yet I'm still awake
These sensations now I cannot explain
I found gods and they turned me away
Living fantasy and tremors in decay
I followed you in dreams and this is what you give to me?
Taking what I have then purging destiny
In the temple - I throb and then I bleed
Why can't you just make sense of me?
Why can't you just set me free
Why won't you let me hear your call
Instead of making a mockery of it all
Tasting this common thread, I thought it would have the answers
But then I got carried away
I guess that only silence can help me now
To make sense of this, I wonder how
Are you living, or are you dying?
Insanity's kiss of tragedy
Can you listen to me?
Or are you killing me?
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Letter
04:47
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The countess came and spoke to me in a dream, and she said that I was
Destined to believe in this world and I thought of all
The pleasantries I heard her sing, that someone there will - thick or thin
Subject me to mystery and wonder - of all the things
The red of velvet erupting, consecutive in what I've seen
Holding on to portals that have come to me - a summoning
The cherished eyes so free and light, no punishment in what lays at night
A love that transcends the dawn of this time - so far away I fly
And for the moonlight rushes flowing through me.. another fable
Takes the scar, above my face, and suddenly I feel it race
In my heart still looking for more - a flash of figures to settle the score
I never would have imagined this, reflections of myself in the mist
Understanding that it's all I have to do, is call upon
Someone so enchanted in the other room... it can't end soon
Listening to the song that somehow travels beyond
And with only seconds on the table - what could possibly go wrong?
Do you think it's possible to be reunited?
And then live in another reality?
The bite of fingers suddenly, a duplicate taken away from me
But when I wake I know that she'll be back for more - but then what for?
No answers given in common sight, just divinity in it's eternal might
Unconscious of the secret that lays in this rite - that ties my fate
And for the moonlight rushes flowing through me.. another fable
Takes the scar, above my face, and suddenlly I feel it race
In my heart still looking for more - a flash of figures to settle the score
I never would have imagined this, reflections of myself in the mist
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Eda
04:53
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In the turmoil I stand for the dead
That ravages my inner soul with so many tongues
In this chaos I sustain the belief
That wretched slumber always haunting my faith
Always roaming this mortal execution
Mouth foaming with marshes of exalted drought
Leeches upon leeches scatter away so blind
Dreaming of nothing that's sanctified
Licking my pores I seeth and crown for the sin
Welded directions so paranoid and thin
Far from the tension I'm uncertain of
The thinning of dimes I'm determined to hide
Questioning the unknowing and dying within
Force fed the bled that drench on what's fed
Weed out the stains dark putrid and more
The messiah's festival constantly scorned
Ministries awaken the ripen disconnect
Wishes of granted whispers grasping melancholy
An evolving oak in sunrise, screaming ecstasy
I watch the smoke pass invisible eyes
Taken from the stalking beast, patient yet scarred
The glowing purple evokes limitatons of a mortal womb
The aging slit of the sun grants us eons of a child's birth
Let your tender flowing apathy serenade us once again
Taking forth all of the stains that keep passing me by for this night
Invited majestic solipsis so sudden to reveal
A sole partition wanders inside vocal carbon
Limitless the motion will walk to nine lines
All creating woven doors of symmetry
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Left
04:39
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I hazard a guess, you left me this dress
On the floor and nothing more
To sanctify in herbs, and remedies
A puppet to your needs
Never find a surface lurking behind
Surrendering to all potentials
Focusing on the bleak and the paid
Worth it? It's so deranged in me
Insulting my favourite game
Your memories are what I deserve
Mimicry to the solid tune
In language I thought I heard
So what of love when a visitor speaks nothing
But riddles and contradictions
I know when I'm asleep, I'm thinking of something new
That you deliver to my optimism
The curtain is hollow
And dwelling in serenity
I'm hopeless in sorrow
And infinity - the dust that I feed
I'm trying to swallow
Another pill ground into powder
Snorting the dream that is left to my
other half - still lying in me
Perhaps an alternative can bring a blessing to this forlorn night
Collectives surrounding the paranoid and distant unlight
And from this day I was nothing, and yet everything
Came to be in the words that I've yet to write
Even with disillusion I pride on the sudden drafts
It seems unfair, but I'm living it out for free
I sold my soul for everything to believe
I sold my soul to let it become whole
Touching me yet I've forgotten who I am
Is it deserved or will I die in my own hands
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5. |
Not Anyone
03:12
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Serpent's surprise of the darkness getting thin
I suddenly want more
Sun singing desire of a common festival
I hold my head up to the eternal sky, and let it rain on me
So respectable in it's ministry
An open fold in this crease that takes the gold
A solemn thief in me, suffering in irony
So hideous, and I find that it won't sit and stare
Sometimes I think of red, and the colour turns me blue
Messages of hope and joy are better left unsaid
Making plans I thrived for them, to end up disposed again
Serving morality and a conscience torn instead
Watching as it seems, the lights seem to pass right over me
Never getting what I'd like in a world that's free
Just morose common decency
Summer wrote the cautious role that was spent, I'm descending
Into the youth of my time I wasted imagining
Wherever it's using the pen, or hearing thoughts in my head
I was told that it's a disease, and it could go as it pleased
Of this shrine I made sending seconds to myself
I'm still eroding
Still as I wake from the end, I'll lose my touch for the karmic mend
I'm leaving it just as decorations for a future that's yet untold
So far the life that was secondary is still knocking on the door
And I'm left there wanting more - all this pride and joy for someone who's not anyone
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Black Feather
06:08
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So tempting of seeds, in this song I breed
I've heard laughing on the shore
And the faith I can't ignore
So taken of the glass that was crushed in your hands
And still it didn't bleed
The perfume trapped in the signs that will take me for
The fool I was meant to be
The bloodstained carpet sets me free at night
Heaving the earth and the energy
To set it all alight
I thought minds that were split in two would always be confused
In what is right?
Buried deep within the shallow ends of what appears to be
Another life
Existing outside of this jurisdiction yet wonder if it's still alive
The motion of hands and eruption of wine that I drink from your dining voice
And last of all
I thought of it before
Taking a form
of these memories and desires
The garden rupturing
In vines and thorns alike
Overflowing in fortune
As the creature sings to me
The creature sings in glee
The creature visits me
And no one feels your sting...
The barley flew in the wind and landed at the door
A conquered head flows in inner strength, compliance, money and more...
Turn the page and see the story written again
A visual aid, that comes and goes as it went...
Demonstrate the lighter ears that radiate in this scene
Combine hope and insult, in the disappearing game
"how wombs are cleaned
in eggs a basket
flowing pouring
faint and tar
sometimes work
in time knots
let it write
as the merchant soul
so rich and full
(and so onwards we leave)"
I can't find all the pictures that I've seen in my memories
Confusing it all seems, the metaphor for life that befell on me
Yet I can't hear you speak.
In a conversation on the phone I heard you play the tunes
That portrayed the emotion that we'd never felt before
Apologise? Yet I don't know why, but maybe in time I'll see you fly
Tomorrow still wishing for a promise that I hope you'd keep
And they say, this friendship is forbidden
And the words are still forgiven, from the start
But yet I have no choice - I still can't hear your voice
Even if I feel your touch in my heart
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Meaning
05:02
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Twilight winter in snow finding alignment
Melding the wistful invaders
Limerence so established on crude ticks
And scratchs that are on the wall
Ignoring all stigma
Stuttering in flickering air
Anxiety breathes itself
A bleak facade tugs over there
Brushed away into a corner at birth
Wondering if it's possible to fit on this earth
Shaking because of uncertainty again
I will let it ride in the car that drives
Placid yet still I'm left wanting more
Gripping onto rocks of stability
So I'll let this melancholy thrive again
And seep through in the art of tragedy
Yet it now glimpses at a written future never seen
For the eyes meant for me
Is the portrait set on fire desiring gold
That I spent on ferocity
What foraging is necessary?
As the place only wanted erosion
So common to the touch
The flesh tone never quite filled
In abstraction
to open up
and let it go
the dying show
that needs to know
closing words
take a turn
forest birds
let them burn
Deranged buzzing of clattering cacophonies
Sulfur stays in the chains, boxed then wrapped
Ready to bring to the surface - a state of laughter
Actioning in mind the clear and contained
Placid yet still I'm left wanting more
Gripping onto rocks of stability
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