Chapter one. . Slip and fall through the cracks. Conceptual decay. The shades of thought seem to systematically. Fall away. . No through the herds. Lost flock.
Where do you see yourself?. Answer this question. Are you residing amongst the introverts?. Do your bowels swell?. Behind enemy lines? covert. All this has been felt.
[Chapter one]. Through suffering. My existence is made whole. Upward pure. The strength of character is raised. Thorns that lead to a rose. Eradicate the fences.
CHAPTER ONE. . victim of atrocities. my razor blade. the oceans shall rise sky deep reach inevitable. chaotic pace. smoke stack pollutes digestion. is the end of man upon us friend?.
Mobile phones. Commuter trains. The terminus is full of men. Crisscross network. Zigzag railway. The next stop is Waterloo. . White-collar timetable. 9 to 5 urban robot.
Head crash - I can't see you. Spit teeth - I can hear you. I feel your pounding me onto the street. I've learned to know the taste of concrete. Why don't you follow me?.
Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. "Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;. Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd.". "Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -.
High-rise buildings. Low cost apartments. Financial district. Industrial area. Rows of blue collars. Steelworkers' clink-clang. Metal rhythm left and right.
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return. She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;. Proffer'd to her his wauking heart, she turn'd it down,.
There's no words. Just quiet world around that disappears with me. Without sense. The flock of ruin swarms everywhere. With only hollow emptiness inside.
Can you draw a line between self and world. And bear it all. For there's dark and cold but you're colder inside. And torn apart. So you're watching the fall of everything around.
Ride to the silent shores and fly through the gardens of time. You will find your heaven. Your god had closed his eyes. Alone, free you are. . View, immortalized by the crave for what.
Verse1:. In our near distant future. Can you see such a thing?. I could dream of a dream. Filled with such wondrous things.. . Well, it's surely imagined:.
Disconnect. All the circuits. Left shipwrecked. By the circus. False face hides the endless screaming in my skull. . Gonna find a way to step out of time.
Hammer in skull, I am waiting. To return your suffering. In my mind I see you distant. Broken and lost again. . When you come back, I won't know you. We won't fit right like it was before.