

Soothing RiversI stand at the mirror, Tears shaking in my eyes, Pearly tears of wisdom, The only ones who knowSoothing Rivers
My pain and torment, The only true guardians of my sacred death, My wallpaper life covering a barely existing, Facade of worth
Tormented by existance, Narcissism beyond the real, Self pity noy purely psychological, But ingrained
My illness consumes me, I hide the shaking beat, Create a facade they can believe in, End my pain on the strings of a puppeteer
Self hate, This pathetic, Worthless corpse, Should not


Paradise in LetheSo the sands of time rage ever on, Breaking in their fury our doubts and fears, They convalesce with grace the mistakes of the years, And rage, forever on.Paradise in Lethe
The divine stroking hand, Stoking the fury, The waves sure and bright, Of lethe, Darken the night
So let your memory wash over, Clean the scarred sands of your beach, So let your memory wash over, Forget the pale reminiscence-leach
Burn the bridges to the past, Burn the fetters sure and fast, Deliver your redemption song, Deliver it true and strong, Begin again, anon


Gossamer and GrimeSo I'll let you slip by, Let you slip side by side, Flit through all the dirty notebooks, All the jokes and all the hooksGossamer and Grime
I'd rather die than let these fade, I always had to be obeyed, I took my knife to my throat, And told you, "Dare and make a joke!"
So I'll burn these corpses, Bathe my body in ashes, Etch mistakes upon my back, Each scar-a crevice of memory
All those torn apart child dreams, Ripped apart at the seams, Innocent fantasies, Broken by desire
Each and every single time, The burns-the fades-the grime,


Stars fall to ashesThe stars fall, As ash upon the ground, And mighty giants are slainStars fall to ashes
The beauty of a hundred years, Is captured in a flame, The fire bright-extinguished, The garden swamped-a mire
And so the time draws on, Magicians close doors, And children move to tears, The beauty of a hundred years, Is captured in a flame
Birdsong calls, Yet noone's to listen, The freedom song unsung, The tin soldiers of the world, Kept shiny and at play
Bouncing balls and spinning tops, The mighty highs the bigger drops, We hunt on,
That said, its very very good....just learn to believe...
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and if i dont get you first, the darkness will devour you....
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