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It's Too Dark
03:38
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What is real?
There's no light
With your face to the past
Years flew by
New wounds to answer to
I can dance to wake
I can move to make
My body feel
All that's cold and real
Chance doesn't last
Moments slip too fast
That which can't be grasped
Fragments sharp as glass
I can dance to wake
I can move to make
My body feel
All that's cold and real
It's too dark
I can dance to wake
I can move to make
My body feel
All that's cold and real
What can a mind trust
When all its favorite memories
are caked with dust?
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2. |
Pleasure/Pressure
02:47
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Stormy sea in a dream
Wizened face looks on me
Sun-bleached beach
Smears the scene
Marooned ship
Fairies breach
Battered hull while I sleep
It's too late, in too deep
(Pleasure/pressure)
If I am confined
Can I still confide?
Stuck in a singular moment
A gesture that warrants
More than it shows
Hypnagogic-life disease
I'm splitting at the seams
While it's not all that it seems
There's a body, and it's me
(Pleasure/pressure)
If I am confined
Can I still confide?
(Pleasure/pressure)
I can't find a like mind
I can't find a like mind
What is mine can't define
I can't find, can't confide
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3. |
Disrobed
04:10
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Bringing back friends from the dead
For a party, town painted red
To dance around all that we've ever known:
Performance is a path to atone
Plain vulnerability
If I strip for you, will you strip for me?
The self is a costume we've outgrown
Our faces act out plays that we've been shown (to forget)
Welcome back, turn away from the dread
Curtain falls, lights flare on overhead
Let's pursue that which we've never known:
A future with no need to atone
Plain vulnerability
If I strip for you, will you strip for me?
The self is a costume we've outgrown
Our faces act out plays that we've been shown (to forget)
Blocking lead players of self:
Hands trace, eyes float, head without body
Legs without trunk, arms arc in wide sweeps
Fine strands of hair dance
Fingers clench, a mouth eats
Plain vulnerability
If I strip for you, will you strip for me?
The self is a stage that we've outgrown
Our faces act out plays that we've been shown (to forget)
To forget: the play we've been shown
To forget: fleshy mask stuck to bone
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Snowbound
04:10
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Need an icebreaker to sail through the cold years
Frozen route of waves piled high on old fears
Snowbound, claw marks on the door
A wintry mix collecting on the floor
Frostbite creeps, cold hand on my neck
Swirling tastes of a mind's eye sliced and shred
Unmarked graves of our dreams left to die in bed
Oneiric vision of a vile aspect:
Mile-high avalanche of dread
Need an icebreaker to make it through the cold front
Blue veins frozen in the corpse of things undone
Snowbound, axe marks on the door
A wintry mix collecting on the floor
Frostbite creeps, cold hand on my neck
Swirling tastes of a mind's eye sliced and shred
Frozen again
Snowbound, bloody marks on the door
A wintry mix freezing right to the floor
Rotted meat, cold stump on my neck
Swirling tastes of a mind's eye sliced and shred
Unmarked graves, our ideas left to die unsaid
Lost within a chilling dream
Lost within a chilling dream
Lost within a chilling dream
Alone, no mouth to scream
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