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Blood and Synth
The Disappointment of Awakening
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Does silence make us guilty when our acts confirm our thoughts
and so knowing is our innocence more than just an act
and will acting make them wonder when they wonder nothing else
Pavlovian conditioning that makes us cross the lines we've drawn.
Oh are you guilty
lay beside me
we can wonder with the rest
You can speak without a word
and rip the burden
from my breast
We're so imperfect
and in a hurry
and our dignity won't die
But if we're guilty
then we're guilty
it's not up to you or I.
Do the moments feel as empty when they're yours or mine to share
is the truth much more subjective in our home town or anywhere
crime doesn't pay but you might see I've strength to give so trust in me
empty moments mixed together just might make us whole.
Yours is the voice
that dissolves the stars
You are the eye
that dreamed the shining sun
You are the hand
that wields the dagger
Yours are the lips
that speak the last command.
You speak
draw breath
and I make ready to die in
A house of daggers
a throne in flames
this land of plenty
made small by all our shame
A house of daggers
a crown of thorns
your words weigh upon me
broken and deformed.
You crush those pilgrims
that gather in your wake
You silence prayer
that dwells on thirsty lips
You eat the dreams
we take for granted
You've grown bloated
on all my precious time.
No light
No life
No resolution
No hope
No joy
No absolution
of sin
of skin
of the illusion
I'm living in
no clear solution.
I could remember
I could collapse
beneath the weight of who we were
A sticky film and a liar's mark
branding me for what I am.
I'm lost
in lies
my masks
consume my better half
So worthless
to me
I'm helpless
to smash the masks I made.
No light
No life
No resolution
No hope
No joy
No absolution
of sin
of skin
of the illusion
I'm living in
no clear solution.
It's complicated
and I break down
beneath the weight of all my lies
what I project
will fade away once I get home and am alone.
I took the sons of Lethe
as my children
and called to court
each wretched boy
to have his head removed.
I cast the towers down
into the streets
and called the names
of long dead gods
to have their seals removed.
And all the kings who ever ruled
knew not that their queens had loved me
and all the priests who ever spoke
knew not that their gods had made me
and all the men who ever lived
knew not of their great folly
and all the kings who ever ruled
knew not that their queens had loved me.
Down within the dying dust
we find our own reflections
silvered mirror made of skin
cast shadows of the valley
count forever as wasted moments
and vain, misused deceptions
O silvered mirror my lover holds
weaving shadows in the valley.
They fall
like leaves
like grain before my
lover's scythe.
They know
no bounds
they know no sense
of wrong or right.
Someone catch me
I'm still falling
Someone guide me
I'm still lost here
Someone spare me
hear me praying
Someone save me
please hear me praying.
All your wicked worlds abound
like urban decay and dismay surround
but I stand strong despite confusion
reduced to color and cool conclusion.
They move
like shades
creeping across my
confidence.
They know
no love
the know no god nor
guiding light.
Someone catch me
I'm still falling
Someone guide me
I'm still lost here
Someone spare me
hear me praying
Someone save me
please hear me praying.
All your precious prizes rust
rise up as wraiths from mid-day dust
their rituals self-inclusive
complete, corrupt, and so, intrusive.
You'll find her in the gallows which is right where she belongs
you'll find her counting seconds with the rosary around her wrists
You'll find her in the gallows, she with the touch of the sun
some couldn't bear to let her go
I'm not the only one.
We were sculpted to be simple, we would end as we began
pale reflections of potential - look what course our fortunes ran!
We may struggle to be civil, we may love to live for free
we were sculpted like jigsaw puzzles
you were meant to fit in me.
You won't remember why you're here
and you will remain until nothing remains
lost in the smoke of time uncounted
you are a memory and you are a curse.
You won't drown in all your forgetful
revalries taken on desolate streets
and you may move on without a burden
but I will see me for what I am.
There's a stain, there's a stain
on everything.
There's a stain, there's a stain
all over my hands.
Nothing will ever wash you clean
you're a crime I can't forget.
There's a stain, there's a stain on everything.
There's a stain, there's a stain all over my hands.
Peel away these paper-like layers
and your curse comes crawling free.
A million days move towards termination
the moon is swallowed clean and whole
and the empty sky swells like a promise
so familiar and full of regret.
I won't drown in any measure
of self-reflection or wounded pride
but I might drown on bitter betrayal
when I see you for what you are.
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