The Prayer Position
Now! Peel the skin back from the flesh.
Steal the flesh back from the starving static minds.
From nature we must stray, to clarity we'll climb.
Deadly impulse seems so natural
Just look beyond it and we'll find (we will find) a brand new evolution.
Here begins a brand new line.
And in the distance there's a gathering, that no longer seems so far away.
Pushed to our knees so let us pray, and all together we'll bring the real rain.
Watch all that's wasted wash away, so let it come. Our will be done.
Stature retrieved, regain our form. Break free from instinct that's left us all confined.
From nature we must stray to clarity we'll climb.
Tradition ingrained, now impermissible.
Now comes a call for all to find (we will find) a brand new evolution.
Here begins a brand new line.
And in the distance there's a gathering, that no longer seems so far away.
Pushed to our knees so let us pray, and all together we'll bring the real rain.
Watch all that's wasted wash away, so let it come. Our will be done.
I can't help but fear, look to my species and tremble, to think that God is just...
And in the distance there's a gathering that no longer seems so far away.
Pushed to our knees so let us pray, and all together we'll bring the real rain.
Watch all that's wasted wash away, so let it come. Our will be done.
No Poetic Device
I've been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
Cracked faces and medicated smiles.
Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in.
For every needle open my chest and insert ten pins.
I just anticipate what awaits when I awake...break.
I (die) die in my daydreams.
I've been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
The gardens have all been overgrown.
I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose.
A deadly secret only I suffer to know.
I can't eradicate what awaits when I awake...break.
I (die) die in my day dreams.
I've been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
I've been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
I've been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
The Last Kiss
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes.
Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like, do you like what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes. Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass
I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like, do you like what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you.
Please don't ask me just what I think, trust me, you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me, 'cause I can't.
Stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like, do you like what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you.
It's all for you.
Weathered Tome
They're coming 'round again. I've returned and they've been waiting.
Their aged offererings received and returned, passed through wet eyes.
I tremble as I feel them rolling in for, my sins, the old ghosts know.
So chilling as I feel them mourn within my soul. As the mourning grows.
Unfold before me. Turn back the page again, again.
Twenty four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending.
Shadows of glory shading my heart again.
Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows.
I'm coming 'round again. I've returned and no one's waiting.
I strain my eyes to see but it's so hard to read the old tags on the fallen walls.
I tremble as I feel them rolling in for, my sins, the old ghosts know.
So chilling as I feel them mourn within my soul. As the mourning grows.
Unfold before me. Turn back the page again, again.
Twenty four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending.
Shadows of glory shading my heart again.
Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows.
At A Glance
No haven now as I watch it pour from everywhere.
Just like the storm that has come out of thin air.
Gentle caresses, just as paper thin -frail and only- lack the strength to hold.
What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours
Or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me?
Fall into open arms that offer their protection.
Quick to deny that their open to deceit.
Long to believe that support will never cease.
Bitter and lonely, those they've left before.
What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours
Or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me?
The vibrant heart so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold.
Just a glance for they don't care to see what becomes of me.
The vibrant heart so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold.
Just a glance for they don't care to see what becomes of me
What becomes of me, what becomes of me.
What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours
Or would your restlessness consume...
What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours
Or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me?
God Called In Sick Today
Let's admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree.
I'm caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing.
Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind.
I can't help my laughter as she cries.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
Let's amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, I'll let animosity unwind.
Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully.
I'll still feel the violence of the lines.
I can't stand my laughter as they cry.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.
I can't stand my laughter as they cry.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.
Midnight Sun [Hidden Track]
What went down on the side of the road?
What I saw at the edge of the sea.
Only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow.
What seeped out through the cracks in time, what sucks out the color in me?
What awaits beyond infinity?
Beyond and to all time I stand.
Beyond and to all time I stand.
What blew in with the great gale?
What weighed down the falling leaves?
What came forth from the remains?
What has always lived and gone unseen?
What has caused the night to fall?
Who speaks of eternity?
Who awakes to night eternally?
Beyond and to all time I stand.
Beyond and to all time I stand.
Beyond and to all time I stand.
Beyond and to all time I stand, I stand, I stand.
Beyond and to all time I stand
Beyond and to all time I stand
Beyond and to all time I stand
Beyond and to all time I stand
Beyond and to all time I stand, I stand, I stand
I stand
De profundis clamavi (Baudelaire)
O my sole love, I pray thee pity me
From out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies,
A barren world hemmed in by leaden skies
Where horror flies at night, and blasphemy.
For half the year the sickly sun is seen,
The other half thick night lies on the land,
A country bleaker than the polar strand;
No beasts, no brooks, nor any shred of green.
There never was a horror which surpassed
This icy sun's cold cruelty, and this vast
Night like primeval Chaos; would I were
Like the dumb brutes, who in a secret lair
Lie wrapt in stupid slumber for a space...
Time creeps at so burdensome a pace.
That's what one of the CM did the last time I went. I kept wanting to reach over and touch them, but you weren't allowed... I'd be a rebel and let the kids stroke them 
