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Aurora
08:13
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In this sinking ship I know tonight will be my last
I close the hatch and wait for death
I think about the one I left behind and life gone past
Before I draw one final breath
These frozen waters are so far away from her embrace
Oh God I wish I were back home
Caught in the grip of ice that wrings my neck and eats my face
I've never felt so damned alone
I'm a drowning man
A sinking man
I feel this vessel sinking deeper into the unknown
Emerald eyes come into sight
With her jet-black hair and skin as white as arctic snow
Her memory turns my heart to ice
But in my heart of hearts I know that we will reunite
I don't know why and I don't know how
But for tonight it's farewell to her and this dreary life
It's all over for me now
I'm a drowning man
A sinking man
Drowning man
Sinking man
Drowning man
Her eyes in the Aurora Borealis
Like liquid green splashed on blackened canvas
Dark skies descending on the hometown
The lights are on but the soul's already outbound
Come now my darling weep not for my soul
Be it sent to heaven or hell down below
For you shall be waiting with arms open wide
With hair black and skin white all bathed in moonlight
Hereafter I perished in waters so cold
In vain that my story should never be told
Condemned to be swallowed by inky black waves
Forever to rest in my watery grave
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The New Despair
06:20
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You're not the first, you won't be the last
You are the vaccine that's gonna cure my past
You are alpha, omega
Be my Sirius, I'll be your Vega
You're so far ahead of your time
Call you HO-229
If I bleed you a river, will you sink or swim?
Will I be the one to reel you in?
For just one touch of her milk-white skin
I sacrificed a piece of myself and I let love in
For just one taste of her nectar
Bathed in red neon light, I fell down on my knees and begged her
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
The bread I gave you, not fit to taste
My body is dry and bitter, my faith in you displaced
The wine you gave me, not meant to share
I'm experiencing the new despair
Though you might go by a different name
Nothing changes, the objective remains the same
I'm descending into the spider's lair
And I'm teaching myself, teaching myself, teaching myself
New despair
New despair
Despair
Despair
Nothing that I say or do
Will ever be good enough for
I'm tethered, forever pulling threads of you
Forever lost with regret of you
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Moths
04:18
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Arrived at the dislocation
Could've been a break at a different angle
Maybe at the tramway station
Cronos got mangled
New years or sixteenth of August
Floating orb to lunar dust
Old monster always arrive too soon
And we're as moths before the moon
Interruption arrives via the radiator
Moaning until early
Golden nuages coalesce
I'd end up quoting something unearthly
Nose-deep in l leather-bound books
But it's definitely your soul they took
Wish.com suggests I buy a snakeskin spoon
And we're as moths before the moon
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4. |
The Gift You Give
08:35
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I've never felt so cold in all my life
As when the pages of your chapter were torn out before my eyes
Nothing that I say or do can recall those words to life
And that haunts me like a spectre or regret every night
You love you lose, you live and learn
You learn to live but you still yearn for something more
You chase you choose, you break you burn
The gift you give, I'll never earn
Oh simply to be yours
There was something in the sky the day that the world fell ill
No-one questioned the implications of the captain's will
I was haunted by a sudden sense of existentialist dread
Now I'm contempt with the notion that we're already dead
I was guided by a vision in a fever dream
Death invited me to see all was not what it seemed
In the desert I laid my eyes upon the walking man
Bearing the key to my redemption grasped within an outstretched hand
In the wasteland, we make our stand
Against the hand of doom
In the rubble, we push and struggle
For our salvation cannot come too soon.
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Sour is the Wine
04:11
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Sunset on humanity, brought down by our own hand
Outcast from society, they cannot hope to understand
Nihilistic nightmares in which I never survive
Psychotropic dreams of Uranium 235
Xenophobic prisoner in self-constructed cell
Like Croft, I hate everything which is not in myself
Grasping in vain to all that is beautiful and pure
Infected with a pathogen for which there is no cure
I just want to live by an honourable code
Not to succumb to the lure of fool's gold
You say I'm still young but I feel so old
The big hard sun never felt so cold
I just can't let go no matter how hard I try
Of this one I considered a true love of mine
I guess I belong to a different time
Now stale is the bread and sour is the wine
And I miss you, I miss you now you're gone
Nothing, nothing lasts so long
Nothing, nothing matters anymore
No, nothing really matters when all of your gold is gone
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Subhuman Degenerate
09:40
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Sometimes I feel like I'm ready for my grave
A sense that what was lost can never be saved
Self-loathing and regret are the price I pay
To be the fool who would be king for a day
I've waited here for you for so very long
Questioning myself as to where I went wrong
Nobody ever told me what to do
I came to hate myself just for loving you
I always thought that you'd be mine someday
I never dreamed you'd drift so far away
Separated by a raging sea
I'm getting high on my own misery
Now that it's over and the dream is dead
Perhaps it was always just in my head
I never dreamed life could be so damn cruel
To love you is to play the part of the fool
Now that the sun is black and the sky's on fire
Ignited by your touch and fuelled by my desire
I see your face in every flame
In winter's howl, I hear your name
I take this crown of thorns and do what is required
You are my everything
And everything that I do
I do for you
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Northtop Gunman Edinburgh, UK
Prophets of doom? Or agents of edginess? You be the judge.
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