Took me through the back alley and said, "You'll live here someday, you joke"
And I should have listened once...
I should have listened twice...
I should have listened...
Three times I fail making nice with those three words
Now I can't speak them at all
Because I only love myself
No room for you inside this shell
(How can I help you "Out" if you don't let me "In")
Save it for a time-lapse shot
Save it for a setting sun
Allure of existence
In diamond-eyed opulence
Filled with tension's lying
Abandoning languid portents
I dry her eyes with silken clouds
Where linings adorn draped tombstones
As Mercury floods my fragile senses
Venial incisions in distant tranquil tones
A dream in liquid acquiescence
Storms upon breathless waves
A love-lust drear stoking the coals
Cold-struck fury cloaked in the light
A debt overdue
A price on the head; renewed
A dream's end
A broken prayer; uttered to mend
A fallacious grave
A waking intention; born to enslave
A shadow tempted to lull
A traced introspection; stained ivory horns of a million lost bulls
No more than a deified drifter
Like those who crash-land,
No promise made to the statues which now stand
Found the deathbed, hand-spun predilection
Forged in the widow, a natural affection
Forlorn by dawn, I face my reflection
Fond of trespass, boundaries insignificant
Feign ingenuity through novel intrinsic vents
So
Your word against mine
You know
traveled resolve stutters my speech
When shown
A dream in reverse, between the wheels of time I climb
until rooftops reveal a lifeline too visceral for closed-eye schemes
Nourished and growing
The scheme in reverse,
above the words of humanity
I spawn facile indictments wearing the seams of theocratic regimes
Deafen the eyelids by pacifistic sight
Blinding cacophony of faded sunlight
Perilous paralyses determine our plight
Neglecting nemesis's love is all but nigh
In a coldsweat shudder,
I loose truths and retreat
Lapses in force, splaying broken warnings
Pincushion-reality, a canvas built from skyline
Deflated claim to fame
The Leviathan, now, lay tame
A call to arms made in silence
Meticulous visions racing defiance
Beams of virility, impetuosity drowning: dark becoming light
Silenced admonitions yielding pallid resilience to natural past-lives
Trust posing as tragic intervention
Nights of retention mirror mediate division
Loosed from the noose under false pretense
Tarnished plurality unwound in absence
Striking the eternal instinctual pose
Renders authentic the maturation of the fabricant's rose
None other than what can be done
Like a fly toward the light,
No further to run
credits
from Primal Gospel,
track released November 14, 2013
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