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Cowardice
04:01
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I should have died a thousand deaths.
Wish I was ready for turbulence once again.
The end is the only way out of this misery,
into a dream free from this sickening vessel.
I should have grown.
Instead, this childish fear came, pushing to creep back.
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Our sanctuary has become so wraithlike,
Our sanctuary has gone up in flames.
Still, the beaten path made flesh
Defeatedly clasps to the bosom of its blackened footing.
Hand in hand, they drown in the soil,
Locking tearful eyes as all has withered.
Pollinating all around us,
Nurturing the withered land.
And again, it was I who sank.
Still, he, the beaten path made flesh,
Perfumes the air with the taste of copper.
Like a rainbow-spined god,
He colors the skies.
Hand in hand, they drowned in the soil.
Their luscious maze befogs me
Until i lose the way.
The grounds of our lodge
Have become infertile.
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And here we lay
On this rotten plane of mold,
Zeal like a timeless vacuum.
But I must go it alone.
The demon's name is deception.
And here we lay
In this sour farce of a world.
Zeal like a timeless vacuum.
But I must go it alone.
The demon's name is deception.
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Affection
06:09
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And the vortex keeps on swirling,
Craving more than you could ever give,
Until all lands lie dry and barren.
No light as blazing as can be can ground its motion.
Please quench our thirst.
Let the eye guide your whole nine yards.
Don't let the waves unfold beyond your perception,
For we are beaten hounds.
Just comprehend the boundless pattern.
And the vortex keeps on swirling,
Craving more than you could ever give,
Until you loathe the view and permanence.
Defy it all and hide yourself from prying eyes above.
And yet the gates closed themselves before my eyes.
I wish I'd never met you.
Star-crossed affection.
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Call to the fire
04:08
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Sleeping for days,
Coiled up just like a snail in its shell.
All your remains thrown down the endless well.
Only a child can call to the fire,
Strangled by the leash of chance.
Face southwest for days,
Coiled up just like a snail in its shell.
Aeons remain,
Your tale you're not supposed to tell.
Only a child can call to the fire,
Drawing beasts inside its mind.
For the weak lies a fate worse than to wither down.
And I'm tired of being helpless.
I'm tired of being one with the ground.
I'll be a thorn in the eye of order.
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Vengeance
02:12
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Restless, we crave what lies ahead.
Vengeance is what we hunger for.
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Seven mouths in the neck
05:27
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Just press it down into your chest and accept their love.
This heartache won't surrender,
Not even when you're dead.
And one day it will show its disgusting head.
You left yourself there and convinced yourself you found a home.
How much cattle would we need to fill these vortices?
There's just no way to tame it,
Not even when you're dead.
And one day it will show its disgusting head.
You left yourself there and convinced yourself you found a home.
The screws on your anchor plates are loosening,
Still dreading to become that atrocious thing,
He who wears many mouths,
Seven mouths in the neck,
Fissures peering down into endless nothingness.
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Purple curtains
05:40
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I'll see you only when the time is right.
I'll see you if the one dream's what I pictured in my mind.
If flocks had risen to become like one,
Their presence timeless, and they have nothing to prove to none.
I drew a circle on the ground,
A fruitless effort to receive your words.
When I'm left at the bottom's end, it's easy for me to start walking.
It's easy for me to root out all the weeds
And the gates that I see between the purple curtains.
I'll see you only when the time is right.
I'll see you if the one dream's what I pictured in my mind.
If flocks had risen to become like one,
Their presence timeless, and they have nothing to prove to none.
And the gates that I see between the purple curtains.
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