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1. Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)------
Nothing, from nowhere, I'm no one at all. Radiate. Recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame. Incinerate. Love your hate, your faith lost. You are now one of us.
 2. The Leaving Song Pt. 2-------
Don't waste your touch, you wont feel anything. Or were you sent to save me? I've thought too much, you wont find anything worthy of redeeming. Yo he estado aqui muchas veces antes y regreso to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my hear away. Imperfect cry and scream in ecstasy but what befalls the flawless? Look what I've built. It shines so beautifully! Now watch as it destroys me. Y regreso aqui otra vez y comienzo to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away. I left it all behind and never said good-bye. I left it all to die. I saw its birth. I watched it grow. I felt it change me. I took the life. I ate it slow. Now it consumes me.
3. Bleed Black-------
I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines now as they penetrate, "recreate me." I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days. I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust. I am destroyed by the inside. I disassociate. I hope to destroy the outside. It will alleviate and elevate me. Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days. As morphine tears through deadened veins I'm numbing in these days. I know what died that night. It could never be brought back to life once again, I know. I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life. Once again, I know. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
4. Silver and Cold--------
I came here by day, but I left here in darkness and found you on the way. Now, it is silver and silent. It is silver and cold. You, in somber resplendence, I hold. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one. Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me as you're longing to sing. So I will paint you in silver. I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as I sink. Cold in life's throws. I'll fall asleep for you. I only ask you turn away. I only ask you turn as they seep into me, oh, my beautiful one.
5. Dancing Through Sunday-------
Will you join me in this dance of misery, cradled in impossibility? Swooning, I am swept away, swept of my feet. With step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed. And we dance in misery, all lost in the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept into shadows. Will you lend yourself to beauty that will horrify? Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes. Deafened, caught within a cry so sensual. As step-by-step I separate, while breath-by-breath I suffocate. So who will follow? Who is the lead? I know I'll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance. We all dance. We all have no chance in this horrid romance. 6. Girls Not Grey-------
I'll lay me down tonight much further down, swim in the calm tonight. This art does drown. What follows me as the whitest lace of light just begs to be imbrued? What follows will swallow whole. What follows has lead me to this place where I belong, with all erased. All insects sing tonight, the coldest sound. I'd send god's grace tonight, could it be found. I'll lay me down tonight much further down... watch stars go out tonight. On sinking ground I'll lay me down. What follows will swallow whole.
7. Death of Seasons------
Of late it's harder just to go outside, to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive. Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay. Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off. I watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying. I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry. Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes. Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized. Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. All of this hatred is scuking real. Turn it on. It won't be all right despite what they say. Just watch the stars tonight as they disappear, disintegrate. And I disintegrate 'cause this hate is scuking real. And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate.
8. The Great Disappointment------
I can remember a place I used to go. Chrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful. I can remember. I searched for the amaranth. I'd shut my eyes to see. Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones. I knew they would appear...saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I'd make a wish and bleed. While I waited I was wasted away. I can remember...dreamt them so vividly, soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me. I can remember when I first realized dreams were the only place to see them. While I waited I was wasting away. Hope was wasting away. Faith was wasting away. I was wasting away. I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe, but from the start I'd been deceived. I never, never wanted this. Inside a crumbling effigy, so dies all innocence. But you promised me... 9. Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings)------
Raise high monolithic statues so fragile. As they fall, I am ever enthralled. Gaze, lie and smirk in time. You arrogance will suit you well 'til fashion is dispelled. As waves of plastic fame go out of fashion, you're going out forever unknown. These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smile because you're dying to become forever unknown. From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I will remain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn. Without habitation. You'll never find a soul inside, no life, but nothing's died. No lights, but quite the show (just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomime.) Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing on your grave, I'll see you all falling. Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing in your dust. I'll see you all falling. I'd stop it, had you a heart. 11. The Leaving Song-----
Walked away, heard them say, "Poison hearts will never change. Walk away again." Turned away in disgrace. Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within. It's hard to notice gleaming from the sky when you're staring at the cracks. It's hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered. You walked away, heard them say, "Poisoned hearts will never change. Walk away again." All the cracks will lead right to me and all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart as I walked away, heard them say, "Poisoned hearts will never change." Walked away again. Turned away in disgrace. Felt the chill opon my face cooling me from within.
12. ...But Home Is Nowhere------
Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun to understand my intimate is no one. When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights. This is my line. This is eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear, ungranted in dead time left me disowned, absent of grace, marked as infernal. To this nature, so unnatural. I remain alone. Twenty-six years end. Still speaking in these tongues. Such revelations while understood by no one. When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear the house of ill-acquired taste. Give me something. Give me something. Give me something real. I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle. Everyday another small piece can't be found. I lay strewn across the floor pieced up in sorrow. The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit. Pieced together incomplete and empty. The Poems--------
We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields under the trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message. This Time Imperfect--------
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay. Forever haunted, more than afraid. Asphyxiate on words I would say. I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. I cannot stay here. I cannot leave. Just like all I loved, I'm make-believe. Imagined heart, I disappear. Seems no one will appear here and make me real. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. I'd tell you how it haunts me. Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams. You don't care that it haunts me. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me...just how much this hurts me...just how much you...  |
