1. |
Breath
02:40
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tender rays of light
infused with stillness
they canonize my name
against the darkness still
baptize me with your fire
I'm hardly breathing
one hurts the heart
it on the table beating
the sighing tune
speaks only of your name
they sing of grace
while midnight fast
it binds them
with covered eyes
in demon's beds
they lie
the fever breaks
while bodies twisted
yearning
baptize me with your fire
I'm hardly breathing
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2. |
Fuse
06:41
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3. |
Martyr
06:46
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the man tries to escape his visions
at least at first
but they are inescapable
when he senses one coming he tries to avoid it
but the epiphany is inexorable
after he has seen the vision
his perceptions return to normal
until the next one
the cycle intensifies
and reinforces his search for answers
and the depth of his delusional state
one of his rituals
involves cutting out passages
or sentences of religious materials
pamphlets or tracts
those passages that he views as profound
he then tapes them in his room on the mirror
maybe on the wall
someplace where he always sees them
the most important ones
he tattoos them
he self-tattoos the words and phrases
he self-tattoos words, phrases
various sayings
that he finds especially profound
he's constructed a full-scale crucifix on his wall
complete with a mannequin of christ
it's impaled
on a cross with sharp icepick-like spikes
with sharp icepick spikes
finally he decides his fate
he removes the mannequin
standing on a chair
he carefully places his hands in the proper position
he carefully calculates where best to place his feet
he throws himself against the wall
into his madness
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4. |
Syntax
04:04
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5. |
Horizon
04:09
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and the dreams persist
territory staked out
somewhere in the subconscious
an innate knowledge
an awareness
an anodized surface
worn thin and bare
from the relentless pilgrimage
to unknown places
time receded
pressed flat against the sky
a membrane stretched thin
broke and pulled away
to the thin line of horizon
stars pinpoint in the blackness
a voice arose from
the surrounding emptiness
come and see
come and see
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6. |
Scintilla
11:34
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they saw the light
they wrestled with the night
they found a way
they struggled with the day
they sought their dreams
they looked for things unseen
and drops of light suffused
their every waking moment
they saw the day
slip into night
they saw the darkness
give way to light
they saw the future
they made the plans
they felt the path
within their hands
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