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A Pale Replication
08:52
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For empty boughs and full hearts guide me through
When embers rise and stories shared
Of smiles and woes
Tomes open and doors close
Stories of love mired in the fog
Tales bound, cracked spines, dust covered, old gods
House factions of truth from the past handed down
But why now, why me, why sway me so,
With promise of peace and lands of pure snow
Tales bound, cracked spines, dust covered, new gods
House factions of truth from the past handed down
I know you see, that you have chosen me
A pale replication of your symphony
I know you see, that you have chosen me
But I can’t see through my own eyes
When the trees lie dead and ash fills our mouths
When the trees lie dead and ash fills our mouths
Dance I will when the black curtain spreads out
And the mist reaches into our hearts
Dance I will when the black curtain spreads out
And sing when the golden sun wanes forever
Waves wash over passing lifetimes while stumbling into ours
Fires claim peace while feasting on the air
And what of us, who witness these miracles, can’t even see wonders here
Restless shells of life
(when ash fills our mouths)
Dance I will when the black curtain spreads out
And sing when the golden sun wanes
The night falls and our hands touch
Static coils at the ends of our fingers
And this kiss will remain on our lips for all time
Dance when the black curtain spreads out
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Panopticon
04:24
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Behold the panopticon, a palace for your confinement
Sightless windows into bleak cages where the watchman paces the halls
Eyes clamouring for the briefest glimpse of a life to call their own
Trapped down here
Sounds trick the ears
Shadows inside shadow’s edge
Wander in and out of my sight
Of my sight
Behold the panopticon, a palace
for your confinement
Keep me in your hallowed halls
Keep me safe from the empty within
Make a pact with the stones to conceal my bones
And hold a flame in which we begin
Again
Keep me in your hallowed halls
Keep me safe from the empty within
Make a pact with the stones to conceal my bones
And hold a flame in which we begin
Again
Begin Again
Begin Again
Be brave and stay sane
No use in playing these games
Designed to break your will
Leave pain to disdain,
Naive voice of malaise
And grasp this hard reality
Your time here is best spent
Relishing the descent
Into that sweet longing caress
Into that sweet longing caress
Behold the panopticon
Behold the panopticon
Relish the descent into the
Sweet longing caress
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From Wildness
06:35
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The fires are lit inside the minds of eyes
so they will find the keys that fit the locks
of cries to release the gifts of crones that sit heavy on me
Like wise crows who pick the meat from bones
and watch while I walk alone far from home
My life saw death,
I could take one more step,
Towards the forest deep and my content
Yet why do I relent so?
The choice I made to search the glades
For notes of song that cursed and shamed,
close in pitch to barbs that hitch and claw into my arms
Grasping fronds of gilded thorns
They rack my body, laced with guilt
Stilled by only those who wilt and yearn to mourn
The choice I made to search the glades
For notes of song that cursed and shamed,
Close in pitch to barbs that hitch and claw, unmade my soul to chaos
Grasping fronds of gilded thorns
They rack my body, laced with guilt
Stilled by only those who wilt with souls so old and worn
Creeping vines
Snatching lies
Made in kind
Freezing knives in my mind
Calling me down, hailing the crown of rotten signs and cleansing earth
Calling me down, hailing the crown of rotten signs and cleansing earth
The choice I made to search the glades
For notes of song that cursed and shamed,
Close in pitch to barbs that hitch clawed the air from my lungs
In that I erred and choice deferred
My thoughts of those whose bile I rose
Chaos reigned, souls aflame, moments waned
Unmade my soul
My life saw death,
I could take one more step,
Close to the river's edge where the crows wait for me
But death saw that life flows from wildness, songs found
Carried on every breath between emptiness and the interstice of time.
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For the dirt consumes
Oh! the boundaries to conceive spanning endless empty years
Will close upon us ‘til we disperse
Fragments return from whence they came
Cold and dark creeps in
Pulling down towards the warm
A core so sublime which we will never see!
Abstractions injected into the soil
Constructions of hate and love and peace and toil
Boiling seas of silence back where nothing exists
The sky provides, the dirt consumes
The sky provides, the dirt consumes
And who can resist what rapture awaits?
What rapture awaits!
Glittering sprites pull skyward to their depths
Bending light and time into a crushing pit
Abstractions injected into the soil
Constructions of hate and love and peace and toil
Rolling oceans of nothing up where only silence persists
When dirt consumes us all!
Oh! the boundaries to conceive spanning endless empty fears
Will close upon us til we disperse
Fragments conspire from whence they burned
What rapture awaits when dirt consumes...
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All your worst fears, reside in me
These calls for calm have no sway
And through all your beautiful prose lies a heart as weak as mine
(turned into the thing you despise)
And through all your beautiful prose lies a heart as weak as mine
Get your hysterical lies out of my head
Where manifestations show pale skin bled
Valediction cannot come from a place such as this
Knowing my thoughts spread from that abyss
Exacting a toll of ultimate proportions
Too much to bear
To belie
To belie all your worst fears, reside in me
These calls for calm have no sway
And through all your beautiful prose lies a heart as weak as mine
(turned into the thing you despise)
Yourself.
Power and malevolence has conspired to burn all you love in aetherial fire,
Where the ghosts of the past whisper sweet pestilence
Through the twisting dark bridge of indifference
Power and malevolence has conspired to burn all you love in aetherial fire,
Where the ghosts of the past shout fervent defence
Of the desperate feeling of blind ignorance
Our kinship turned sour as all was at stake
Sallow, rasping and hard we became
Join us down here where the meek merely rot on their hands and knees in supplication
Nothing you do matters, song resounds not,
And the air will stifle your dreams
So join us down here where the meek merely rot
(Call out call out call out my child!)
Nothing you do matters, songs resound not
And the air will stifle your dreams
(My child, call out! I can only hold out for so long!)
Follow the tears in time where you felt my breath warm on your cheek and deep in your heart
(Do not heed their grasping siren call. My hand! My hand! My child call out!)
I have you, I’m here, I’m you.
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