temple courtyard sleeps beneath thin starlight
de Lost Trances
Viperous , molested, capacity
Controlled by underground machinery
Put pressure where it's needed, I can feel
The air hiding for it's life inside of me
Just like a heart that's damaged by corresponded birth defects
Developing the reasoning's the doctors cant find them yet
I was on my way to find it all,
When I stumbled across a hidden proof conspiracy
Was I born off an idea that didn't quite make it home
What a drag it was to assemble agreements needed to grow
A case in closed by embodiment to trap the dawn of the day
I swallowed the sun hey can you so me now
Crash land in the ocean swallow me up before I drown
Tidal wave salt water graves, endless dept plenty space
Let me know if there is enough room for me
Hallucinate on purpose pretend in never ending non-exciting
Figments of my imagination
I'll never be expecting anything more then I could cook up myself
Rotten brains, left over memories,
I'll be full from that meal for a week
What better then a mindless victim
With no story for anyone to believe
Clasp on your spine, contact your brain,
Project your heart before they go insane
Stair straight until the end stay calm
Reap what you know
Reap what you know
You're just another story, you're no god
Devil dies, demons cry, but you're not god
You're not god
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a single feather spins, choosing a direction
Rites Of The Serpent Wind
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ash lifts, twisting into pale green sigils
Rites Of The Serpent Wind
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caravan bells answer the crackling hush
Nomad Fires Flicker
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ceiling cracks map places i never returned to
Memories Rustle In The Dark
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ceiling learns the shape of distant heavens
Incense Curling To The Stars
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ghosts of forgotten oceans
Mirages Of The Hollow Moon
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gutters hum softly like distant machinery
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i feel the world pause between two heartbeats
Veils Of The Midnight Dunes
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inside the night's reply clocks lose their grip
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inside the night's reply i hear trains fade
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inside the night's reply rain writes in code
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my questions hang from the telephone wires
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no one cuts them down, they slowly turn to stars
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old rooftops gleam like forgotten altars
Spells Of The Copper Moon
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our arguments curl upward as thin smoke
Fires At The Edge of Silence
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radio static hums low in the other room
Memories Rustle In The Dark
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serpent wind coils around the hilltop fire
Rites Of The Serpent Wind
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somewhere a bird rehearses its first sound
Fires At The Edge of Silence
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strangers pass through the place you once occupied
Your Forgotten Name
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windows trade their glow for breathing dark
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