1. |
No Room Cut To Fit
04:55
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My memory fades
in faceless blank rage
No, I didn’t settle to stay,
Still try to focus my gaze
Mirage from the mirror
to the broken glass
it’s coming at me,
approaching fast
Can’t change my point of view
to see what rings true
Perished in the looking glass,
a mask miming a fool
In a pale reflection
ruins growing vast
See me drifting from the surge
See me raise my empty glass
Falling into a lifeless stance
as I’ve been touched
by lifelike hands
Felt like real love to me,
it felt so real
In the mirror glass
no room cut to fit
an image for another
taking my place
Set to sail,
got nowhere to hide
I had to carry home
but I’m anchored to be roamed
Displaced anywhere
in an impossible refuge
Positions I never claimed
I wish to overthrow
Mirage from the mirror
to the broken glass
A four-cornered eye
that doesn’t let me pass
As walls closing in,
got nowhere to be safe
Do I see your false in me
or just my replicate?
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2. |
Dream Deicide
03:53
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I was prematurely born
Sat through an endless dawn
for years and years
Like me, it was half-formed,
outworn
Like me, an artless effigy
for his scorn
A test, I thought,
see what I can bear
Eternal damnation,
see if I care
The truth hurts worse,
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t even listening
He wasn't even listening
He never listened
This call goes on
You’re wrong
Call on! Traitor
You’re wrong! Shitstain
You’re wrong! Shipwrecked
You’re wrong! Insect
wrong
Dream deicide
A nervous ache
My lidless eyes
they never wake up
Dream deicide
now come and see
If he snuffs the light
right out of me
Such sweet relief
to feel
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3. |
Wheeling Overhead
01:19
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4. |
Spirals
02:16
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Follow down the staircase
into the rolling fog
winding down in spirals
of inner dialogue
Here I waited for the tempest
in the absence of any storm
Got a finger calmly resting on
the trigger of a gun
Late at night,
I can’t stem the tide
I’ve been here before
Saw no light except a glow
cast in the corner of my eye
as I was dragged across the floor
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5. |
Waxing Moon
03:47
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Wide awake on barren streets
Bound to earth for centuries
A fleeting place outrun by time
Heard them voices softly cry
They’re calling to my name
Drive me to the end of night
Keep moving in slow gravity
Under scarlet waves
from a hanging knife
waxing red a starless sky
They’re calling me again
Now would you turn to
ease my pain?
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6. |
Eternal Life
05:10
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On the first day he made the light
The mud, the dirt all came to life
His will be done, we‘ll have our fun
He left me here, eternal life
became a sick joke, a sick lie
You think we‘re done, but we‘ve just begun
On the second day we made the sky
but I don’t belong, it won’t be long
until he puts me back into my place
but I won’t give up, a call to lift me up
He left me here, eternal life
became a sick joke, a sick lie
His will be done, we‘ve had our fun
If he lets me go he’ll make it hurt
All I ever be to him is mud and dirt
You think we’re done, but we’ve just begun
Recall the day when we made the sky
Cannot get back there but I keep trying
He‘ll be watching all my ways
I keep on falling down from grace
He left me here, eternal life
became a sick joke, a sick lie
His will be done, I‘ve had my fun
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7. |
First Contact
01:08
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8. |
Forgotten Realms
04:19
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Since you walked in between
forgotten realms
Here they still trying to shade
what’s locked under seal
Wingless, aimless,
Laid down to rest, here
Now, you’re giving in,
yeah, you‘re giving in
And they sow blood along the way
into a room of despair
There’s no way to burrow
or to reveal what’s soaring in
See it rise
weightless, tameless,
tranquil excess, restless
you’re restless
I came rushing in flight
but you kept fading in vain
Again you’re going astray
in the cold evening rain
Saw you‘re giving in...
Laid down softly
on a stream
A glimpse of memory
becoming a dream
Laid down in this room
where I remember you by
and the tears I cried
they hardly dried
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9. |
49 Days
03:26
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The sound of sirens wailing
all across the town
Like an echo in reverse
your body vanished from the hearse
And your ghost keeps spinning
in this house
I’m waiting for your grave,
I’m waiting for your grave
49 days awake,
49 days of transient living,
Watch your daughters weep
in petrifying grief
Will you return?
Will you come back
with tears ringing like chimes?
Carry home
Going high, going low
under ceiling you can’t hide,
you can’t find
shelter from this curse
The sound of sirens wailing
across the empty hall
They came knocking at my door
asking for release
And your ghost keeps spinning
in this house
I’m waiting for your grave,
I’m waiting for your grave
From day to day
I tried to hold you close
with a chain of spell
but you kept spinning upward
And I asked you to,
Well I asked you to
stay, now keep away
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