If I make it past twelve when he’s gone
Surround me, don’t let me move on
There’s wrong in the motion of feet
When the heart inside no longer beats
If I swear by the moon I’m okay
Prepare well, do take out all chains
There’s wrong in a person that sees
When their eyes can no longer be
If I prove it and chant both our names
Don’t falter, just put me away
There’s wrong if the thoughts are still here
When we’ve seen the minds disappear
His love is in the chase
Know enough to never stay
So pale, don’t look alarmed
you’re the reason she’ll be gone
Civilizations overlap like disks of multiple colors turned black
And most of the civilians here aren’t bothered by the similarities
as much as they are with the dark shades they create
They never teach you that people hate projected images of themselves
And those who know this know that two gun heaving men in a standoff are equal
One of them being the reflected image of the other against an ignored mirror called humanity
This was done in one take and in the middle of the night so I had to be really quite, it was also done completely on the fly so my vocals are by no means perfect, but i didn’t want to do it again or change in cause I thought it had a nice eeriness to it. Anyway, this is hopefully the first of many.
This first one I would like to dedicate to someonesambition for being the first person who was up for listening to this. I hope I live up to your expectations.
Bleed me till I bleed no more
And hang me in the warm to thaw
I will be your over coat
Find shelter from my bones
The night is geting twisted, dear
The moon forgets to shine
The wolves no longer know their cue
They’re howling all the time
They’re howling all the time
But I will shrowd you in my silks
I will keep you dry
All the animals will run
When they see my clouded eyes
Hanging in the barmy night
And dripping in the ground
Twisted is the fate of us
Bleeding on the ground
Goosebumps up and down my arms, my neck, my legs, my face. You did not only live up to my expectations, you blew me away.
He said she was nothing but a hole to him
and not the kind left in hearts that are broken in light and repaired in darkness with missing pieces stuck and forgotten behind beds and nightstands
he meant the kind of hole broken men fill to feel full.
But don’t you dare feel sorry for him because he’s an asshole who keeps the forgotten pieces of his broken heart in his back pocket just to convince himself that he has a reason to feel empty.
How many lights does it take to blur what one light shows?
Painter of the truth,
Why do you trim roots?
Why do you beautify the crosses we’re nailed to?
When he’s here, armies of madness peddle up my blood stream, breach every wall, and put a torch to the flow of my sanity.
Hands in pockets can never feel for hands clutching coals
Can never fully grasp much when hands are safe and tucked far from the blisters of tugging ropes
And the well meaning encouragement of try harder worsens your condition
Misplaces the fault from the fault to thoughts that these issues exist with your permission
If you truly want to speak to them
Seek within yourself
The world nests in a matrix where
Everyone feels like everyone else
He trained them to beat with canes
then set ablaze
everything that resembled
forcing his people to arm themselves
with parts of him dismembered
If your belly aint flat
And your nose harbors hair
Your intestines are safe
And your nostrils won’t flare
When the threat is familiar
You own more control
Trust the devils you know
Before the angels you don’t
I’m offering the window to my soul.
we all can know
and with more knowing
the knowers grow
Leave no one left
who doesn’t know
and we’ll know together