1. |
My Fallen Twin
05:28
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My Fallen Twin
In half light,
half human
The changing, angel fallen…
Cry to the rooftops
High like Mary
Carry the stolen crown
I see the future you…
You look like me, and sound like me too.
But lost is the imaginary
Boundary of sanity
From helpless,
too human
Wings of useless silence
Unspoken
words unbroken
Listening closely to…
What's that your praying to?
Gods of your vanity
I see the future you…
your heavy wings, my fallen twin
Or is it just illusionary
hope in the form of a curse
Cry to the rooftops!
Drown in raindrops
Opening, wings of lead
Falling graceless,
human and faceless
Mute and weary silence
I see the future you…
your heavy wings, my fallen twin
Or is it just illusionary
hope in the…
form of a curse… keep silent, it only gets…
Now tell the others of eyes staring
Into blindness,
Wrapped in our hollow glory…
Now turned to dust
from flames and rust and borders
and orders crushed (you turn around)
Through time's momentum
all that changes is the angel's shadow
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2. |
Thin White Horses
05:17
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Flying to rhythm's time…
Turning to day to night to day…
Elsewhere to face to face…
Turning from day to night today…
never present in moonlight's glare
Silver feather let's trade the light
In waking dreams we meet…
Eyes of the streetlights halo
footsteps penance
In godless times you saw…
Choices in your veins collide
Cat stole your tongue this way down?
Chances with wings already gone?
In godless times you saw…
Ghost of white horse's dream
what we need
Into grey fog we saw…
Parallel delusions more than
You imagine:
A Flash of the real… imaginary
crossing David's divide
Jones-ing for a day when
a ripple became a wave
To free the body's mind
Uncork the thin white lie
You know with the Bowie knife…
You said it's more than you…
Second skin fiction of thought
stopped in time
With the gods pantomime…
Face of the vulgar and the
Sublime…
…Thin white horses
carried away on backs of black doves
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3. |
Infinite Youth
04:19
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Step away from the perilous ledge
Walk on the moon,
check your sanity soon…
Wait till you turn on the switch to live
Elvis Presley's gonna twitch to this
'Cause the mirrors are all pointed at you
Back to frontal reflecting mistrust
So go ahead you freak and try on the lipstick
Crack the vial, fake your death a mystic
Canyon… steel frame
Stolen… ice age
It's all a madness, scurrying from
our own shadows I know…
It's what we’re here for
So take a sip, the hit
sit back enjoy purgatory…
It's all a madness
Hiding from our own shadows I know…
Fading light through flecks of ice
Young madness test
Mortality spin…
…Feasting on strobe light moon
engines swoon coaxing care
through cigarette's glowing despair…
Oasis… absurdness
Just like I said, it’s the madness of youth!
Grab for the stars on the basement walls
tape hiss, play the zipper of truth
Undo the dress press the salt on the wound!
Light spreads over cruel geography
Cave man city dwellers' runes
Infinity you think your ghost's forever
But you'll die just as soon as see she's you
She sees you…
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4. |
The Coldest Spark
05:13
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Do you know, no it's never done
Would you know, no it's not the end?
Could you know, no it's not my friend?
Goodbye high…
Goodbye higher gods to give
You spoiled the sweet breath
Spiked with death…
Can't stay here
This day closes soon
History… cause and effect
of losses shadows
Know it all…
Caressed it all
You smashed it all
you missed it all
No don't know the way back to
sticks and stones and ghosts
Goodbye high
Crushed hail, disdain rain
Will flood the grains of sand
Yes, in spite of all you never had
Dust it off, caress it off
Take it off, curse it off
All the times I felt the searing eyes
of days and nights
Yes, your angel's eye
Can you melt the coldest spark
of your ghostly hands and heart
Caress the day, bless the day
In yesterday… Swear away
No, don't know the way back to…
Sticks and stones and ghosts disdain rain
Flood the sand, turn back and run
Searing ice and sun
Ghostly hands and heart
Disappear in air…
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