A Girl A Gun A Ghost : Through the Eyes of Ahab
Letras
1. MAKO
So we begin how we will end; these lights so bright
Our eyes are opening taking the welcoming world.
We're swimming in circles.
I found my lover in bed with a dead man
Giving satisfaction as only the dead can.
Pull out his needs of dust and debris;
Madonna is weeping and staining the sheets
Red curtains hide blackened hearts
Hide White Russian confessions
Hide velveteen flattery
Hide the hedonistic sessions
We hide behind
We hide inside
2. LIZARD IN THE LIGHTS
All hail the Beauty Queen!
At the top of the heap, it's so pretty up there,
Yellow veins in the clouds eliciting affairs.
Burning holes in the pavement with her 1, 2 stilettos,
Ruby red lips, and thigh-high innuendos.
She speaks without care, there's paint everywhere
This corpse is a cover girl
Lounging beside a gutter romance.
She smells of skinny cigarettes and cheap perfume
A vanity mirror's bloom
(A pollination dream)
All hail the Beauty Queen!
The sunset reflects off her tiara's rotting diamonds;
He stands over his prize with whitewash on his mind.
The spider inside her has nowhere left to go,
Together forever and no one has to know
Where is my daughter, my little girl?
Her voice called the sun, and her eyes held the world.
Why are you smiling, what have you done?
Where is my darling, where has she gone?
He cries aloud
I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
I am the Devil's face and hands, I swear I'm not killer, just a lonely man.
I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
Won't somebody please
3. BEAR WITNESS
He's just an artist drawing black hearts beating to the rhythm of napalm;
He's on the attack.
Masquerading as a suicide soldier with all of the technique but none of the class.
Alert the press! There are no letters left!
Just stolen memories and fragments of a heart, at best!
So hear their cries; their severed ties of stories with a lost cause,
And sordid memories revised.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You'll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I've heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart's on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
We're treading water! We've dug our own graves!
Hopelessly devoid of machine-gun I Love You's,
Treating lonely like a disease.
Tonight we paint this town dead.
We are alive! With a golden tongue and an ivory pride!
The corpse will stand and sing along
To the confessions of his living hand who wrote the saddest song.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You'll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I've heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart's on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
Goodnight. Goodbye.
4. BEWARE THE TALES OF SCORPIONS
The furnace is cold, the timber rotten and old.
The parasites have found the time to kill something bold.
It's a lover's embrace without the lovers,
It's the thrill of the chase without the hunters!
It's the satisfaction of the other's reaction as they're going under!
Our embrace carried us into town.
No longer alone, their eyes on fingertips and throwing ghosts.
You know who you are; you know what you've done.
I know where you are and what you have become.
I justify my right tonight to take these words, sharp as a knife,
and gut your memory, severing the ties that bind.
You were my Judas; your lips still burn my cheek.
You were a liar.
You are a liar.
Imprisoned to this ball and chain,
If I cannot break it am I able to be Cain?
I cannot love.
I shall not hate.
I will give anything to feel it's not too late.
It's betrayal from one soul another.
It's a fury that burns with all the others.
It's emancipation. Infatuation. Desecration.
I cannot live. You will not die. I cannot live while you are alive.
You are dead to me.
We are your failed children. We are your broken dreams.
We are your faith denied. We are your jealous screams.
We are the murdered. We are the murderers.
We are the victims. We are your weapons.
We'll raise a glass to the one-eyed moon!
With the subtlety of dynamite the brothel will swoon
Hurling their harlots screaming in scarlet,
Muttering hymns for the nearly departed.
The future has been set ablaze with the words of burning prophets.
We're blind to golden yesterdays and their shimmering corruptions
But I can see all too well.
5. THE IVORY TUSK...
(Instrumental)
6. A LION IN YOUR LAP, A LOVER IN YOUR ARMS
This world is coming to an end, so a round for this whole room!
"Bloody Mary" uttered from their lips.
"Don't worry son, she'll be here soon
Crying 'Extra! Extra! The press profits off our doom!'"
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, only I can save us from this empty tomb.
Save me from this empty tomb Save us from this empty tomb.
Who's the weak one here? Whose eyes are screaming fear?
In my footsteps follows fire, you won't find a weakness here.
I have the heart of a lion, baby, a lion.
There's no time for crying, dying, baby, or lying.
I have the heart to win this war if I only knew what I was fighting for.
What am I fighting for? What are we fighting for?
So saddle up kids it's time to ride
On a horse named Death to meet your bride.
Saddle up, kids, it's time to die.
This world is coming to an end, so a round for this whole room!
"Bloody Mary" uttered from their lips.
"Don't worry son, she'll be here soon
Crying 'Extra! Extra! The press profits off our doom!'"
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, I can save us from this tomb.
Black ties have gathered to provide the last soundtrack!
They're all praying, they're all preying; they won't take their sins back.
The symphony is silent watching the seven trumpets
Don't follow me I cannot help the broken and the loveless.
They're gonna break me down.
I give up. I cannot see the light.
I give in. I'm blinded by the night.
Rally 'round my broken standard,
See the sound of the broken and haggard.
There's a black tie in her grip.
I shared my bed with a bomb
They say, "Better to have loved and lost!"
But they never really loved at all.
Sulfur on my fingertips,
Bloody Mary on my lips.
7. SPIDER INSIDE HER
Perhaps she'll die for crimes adamantly denied.
Shape-shifting words of serpents' tongues
Escaping from the mouths of young.
Flipping through the matchbook
My fingers feel the flames.
The hangman's noose can taste our lies
Now it wants our best.
They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls.
They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone.
Still wet from birth in a sinking cage,
Seventy-one floating souls
One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave.
Here comes the rectory licking it's chops!
Hungry for a Lamb to prey upon,
They're taking this too far.
"She will learn, or she will burn."
Will she learn?
Watch now as they skin her words alive!
The church bells ring, the choir sings, for confessions of a guiltless crime!
This textbook fire; young lies for hire;
As Annabelle recites her rosaries.
Hear her cries adamantly defied!
The children swear, their teeth are bared,
She knows this is her cross to bear.
Snow comes down tonight reflecting Anna's white
Their vacant lord knocking down her door
Knows she has nowhere to hide.
They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls.
They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone.
Still wet from birth in a sinking cage,
Seventy-one floating souls
One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave.
She stumbles forward; they close the village gates behind her back
Her gown's a dirty white, "She will be purified tonight!"
We watched the bodies burn one by one.
The children carried stolen lanterns filled with rotting diamonds.
Seventy-one bodies lit the valley below,
The embers dancing pirouettes above Witch Mountain's snow.
She will burn.
(She burns, she bleeds. She wants. She screams.)
She's burning bright
8. PANGOLIN DREAMS
Staring through glasses with no lenses
At a tree climbing the sky.
Our father seems to have lost his senses
As he stands before our burning home
With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense.
The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms.
Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far.
What have I become? How could this have happened?
I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks.
I'd forgotten what I was looking for.
Power is flowing but the bulb is blown,
I have no faith to call my own.
With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts
On a hill with three trees
The royalty is coming for my loyalty.
Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice.
I am so very apathetic.
You abandon me.
Cradled in my mother's arms, my reserves have been set free.
9. SHAKE, RATTLE (SNAKE), AND ROLL!
I am a war that is yet to be won... I have forgotten all ideas of compassion. The pure of heart demand to be heard while the Devil preaches anything to pacify the world.
I swear to god we're all dying...
Just let the bastards come, they'll be consumed by a fury that they've never known. Yeah, come on, baby; dance with me, die with me.
I'll march into battle with my own gods in tow to battle these demons that won't let me go. Sooner or later, we'll have to decide; the broken, the heartless, together we'll cry
HELL WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE
We'll spill your blood, bring you to your knees; we will infect you like a ghost in the machine. We'll spill your blood... we'll haunt your dreams...
10,000 rioteers paint such a lovely scene...
We'll spill your blood
10. OF THE ALASKAN KING
Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You've been set free.
Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven.
Like a cherub borne unto the sky
Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.
11. (CURSE OF) THE HORSE LATITUDES PT. II
Dirty doves drink from golden chalices, discuss the state of things.
Talks of empires, towering spires, and what it is that dethrones kings.
Bring me the head of he whom worships Judas.
Paint over his eyes, he'll never see love again.
Sew up his mouth, the dragonflies have revenge
Pluck the wings. Crack the scales.
Tonight!
The morning hails, wipe the charcoal from sleeping eyes!
We must unfurl the sails!
The whitest wing hears lovely things
He'll be seduced by the Sirens' wails.
It's like a shipwreck with no crew left and the Captain's floating by me, baby.
Saviors over my head, don't leave me for dead! Take this message to my lady!
"Oh Susannah, won't you cry for me. I am lost and I am lonely floating here at sea."
The good ship Asphyxia brought white clouds of hope, yet now it sleeps.
Love is lost in the wettest grey, this island's only hope is that he will wash up someday.
Burning fields and skeleton trees are screaming at our doors
telling stories of forgotten friends on distant shores.
End their lives; end their pain,
For the ravens will reign,
Forevermore.
12. STREET RAT'S EYES
Our fathers can hardly understand us anymore.
Abandon your straightened thoughts.
Forget the jewelers and their priceless songs.
Can't you hear yourselves disappearing into the arms of mother/father?
Keep your immature pretensions, your love-affair affections to yourselves.
Behind my back my elitist die has been cast down upon the unsuspecting masses.
Forgive them, lord, for they know what they do.
Are you going deaf?
I will bite off the hand that force-feeds me.
Free me Feed me.
I walk silently past the ballroom the commotion.
I don't know these dances, I am an Old Romantic.
I sing the old songs, I bleed the old blood.
Would you want to waltz with me?
Can't you hear me screaming until my throat is raw?
Until Hell freezes
Over
My dead body will I let the Ravens reign down upon us,
Always blinding with their refuse and shame.
You'll have to pry their words from my cold dead lips.
There's a storm-a-brewin', the smell is intoxicating.
We're sick, so sick of this town.
Raze it to the heavens,
Burn it to the fucking ground.
13. PEREGRINE
When they skinned you alive I was right by your side
In a single dark room, they were singing the tune,
You spoke in tongues cut out, mimicked words of those devout.
No guns, no glory, no heroes in this story.
Just the words of a fool, the thoughts of a king, and a heart that screams fury.
I wanna know, if you had this stage what would you say and could I sing along?
Or would you convince me there's nothing left and that all hope is gone?
So I need a jump-start, baby. I need a new heart, yeah?
I need a way to find myself without falling apart.
So I need a new mask maybe. This face just will not last.
I will seek you out; I will never bring you back.
I'm walking around trying how to find the sound
Of planes crashing and pilots swearing off the ground.
Mayday! Mayday! We're going down! Our blaze of glory's been found!
Sound the air raid Siren, hope is dying, hope is dying!
She was a first-class mistress.
When they skinned me alive you were not by my side
In a single dark room, they were singing the tune.
And when my tongue came out you were nowhere to be found.
I will not believe! You see you've got something to prove to me.
I will not, I cannot, I do not believe. You see you've got, you've got something to prove to me.
So I need a jump-start, baby. I need a new heart, yeah?
I need a way to find myself without falling apart.
So I need a new mask maybe. This face just will not last.
I will seek you out; I will never bring you back.
I won't say your name.
14. THE FOX IS RESTLESS (THE LAMD IS FOUND)
When your breath gets weak and your vision's cloudy who's name will you call out?
Their tendons sing like piano wire,
Their muscles solid, forged from the strongest iron.
Why am I the last machine?
Where is my skin graft, so human, pure and so very clean?
(Lonely like a memory)
Why am I finding myself all alone?
I'm a furnace-fed scarecrow in a field of bones.
They've all given in what do they have to show?
Existing in servitude, they'll reap what they've sown.
I can tell you what it's like to die.
Stand up to the reaper while burning inside.
If you don't believe just look in these eyes
I can show you what lonely is like.
We are broken, we are rusting slowly.
We are burning and we are holy.
Crawling along on these cast-iron knees
To the coal miner's song soaking up the disease.
They are changing, but their flesh I'm denied.
They are mortal; I'm still rusting inside.
I see the speaker with my X-Ray eyes,
I see his determined and rotting insides.
With these circumstances I think it's quite obvious,
He'd like to take a chance to speak for the rest of us.
"Reach your roots elsewhere, fresh muscles are restless!"
Their shuffling footsteps, like young children, helpless
'Bury the children. Carry the children. They'll be cozy in their graves.'
When your breath gets weak and your vision's cloudy whose name will you call out?
Their eyes are glazed as they are carried away.
Their wishes have all come true, but their words were twisted and construed.
'The grave is waiting for their arrogance!'
Through barbed wire and borrowed tongues they cry "Save us from this penance!"
Now I'm left behind, but I'm alive!
How I yearned to shed this shell.
I am alone in this carbon hell.
They have changed; they're still to blame
With the same smile, the same style, and the same shame.
I will carry their burdens on my back.
Remove this label of martyr, that's all I ask.
'Just who do you think you are?'
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
I'll be your savior.
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Come with me my children
We'll ride the lightning home.
You will return to what you once were.
Follow the sound of my voice, your prayers have been heard.
Innocence is ignorance so run, as fast as you can, away from these men;
these full-moon eyes are for you.
We are all just miserable. We are all just machines.
So we begin how we will end; these lights so bright
Our eyes are opening taking the welcoming world.
We're swimming in circles.
I found my lover in bed with a dead man
Giving satisfaction as only the dead can.
Pull out his needs of dust and debris;
Madonna is weeping and staining the sheets
Red curtains hide blackened hearts
Hide White Russian confessions
Hide velveteen flattery
Hide the hedonistic sessions
We hide behind
We hide inside
2. LIZARD IN THE LIGHTS
All hail the Beauty Queen!
At the top of the heap, it's so pretty up there,
Yellow veins in the clouds eliciting affairs.
Burning holes in the pavement with her 1, 2 stilettos,
Ruby red lips, and thigh-high innuendos.
She speaks without care, there's paint everywhere
This corpse is a cover girl
Lounging beside a gutter romance.
She smells of skinny cigarettes and cheap perfume
A vanity mirror's bloom
(A pollination dream)
All hail the Beauty Queen!
The sunset reflects off her tiara's rotting diamonds;
He stands over his prize with whitewash on his mind.
The spider inside her has nowhere left to go,
Together forever and no one has to know
Where is my daughter, my little girl?
Her voice called the sun, and her eyes held the world.
Why are you smiling, what have you done?
Where is my darling, where has she gone?
He cries aloud
I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
I am the Devil's face and hands, I swear I'm not killer, just a lonely man.
I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
Won't somebody please
3. BEAR WITNESS
He's just an artist drawing black hearts beating to the rhythm of napalm;
He's on the attack.
Masquerading as a suicide soldier with all of the technique but none of the class.
Alert the press! There are no letters left!
Just stolen memories and fragments of a heart, at best!
So hear their cries; their severed ties of stories with a lost cause,
And sordid memories revised.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You'll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I've heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart's on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
We're treading water! We've dug our own graves!
Hopelessly devoid of machine-gun I Love You's,
Treating lonely like a disease.
Tonight we paint this town dead.
We are alive! With a golden tongue and an ivory pride!
The corpse will stand and sing along
To the confessions of his living hand who wrote the saddest song.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You'll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I've heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart's on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
Goodnight. Goodbye.
4. BEWARE THE TALES OF SCORPIONS
The furnace is cold, the timber rotten and old.
The parasites have found the time to kill something bold.
It's a lover's embrace without the lovers,
It's the thrill of the chase without the hunters!
It's the satisfaction of the other's reaction as they're going under!
Our embrace carried us into town.
No longer alone, their eyes on fingertips and throwing ghosts.
You know who you are; you know what you've done.
I know where you are and what you have become.
I justify my right tonight to take these words, sharp as a knife,
and gut your memory, severing the ties that bind.
You were my Judas; your lips still burn my cheek.
You were a liar.
You are a liar.
Imprisoned to this ball and chain,
If I cannot break it am I able to be Cain?
I cannot love.
I shall not hate.
I will give anything to feel it's not too late.
It's betrayal from one soul another.
It's a fury that burns with all the others.
It's emancipation. Infatuation. Desecration.
I cannot live. You will not die. I cannot live while you are alive.
You are dead to me.
We are your failed children. We are your broken dreams.
We are your faith denied. We are your jealous screams.
We are the murdered. We are the murderers.
We are the victims. We are your weapons.
We'll raise a glass to the one-eyed moon!
With the subtlety of dynamite the brothel will swoon
Hurling their harlots screaming in scarlet,
Muttering hymns for the nearly departed.
The future has been set ablaze with the words of burning prophets.
We're blind to golden yesterdays and their shimmering corruptions
But I can see all too well.
5. THE IVORY TUSK...
(Instrumental)
6. A LION IN YOUR LAP, A LOVER IN YOUR ARMS
This world is coming to an end, so a round for this whole room!
"Bloody Mary" uttered from their lips.
"Don't worry son, she'll be here soon
Crying 'Extra! Extra! The press profits off our doom!'"
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, only I can save us from this empty tomb.
Save me from this empty tomb Save us from this empty tomb.
Who's the weak one here? Whose eyes are screaming fear?
In my footsteps follows fire, you won't find a weakness here.
I have the heart of a lion, baby, a lion.
There's no time for crying, dying, baby, or lying.
I have the heart to win this war if I only knew what I was fighting for.
What am I fighting for? What are we fighting for?
So saddle up kids it's time to ride
On a horse named Death to meet your bride.
Saddle up, kids, it's time to die.
This world is coming to an end, so a round for this whole room!
"Bloody Mary" uttered from their lips.
"Don't worry son, she'll be here soon
Crying 'Extra! Extra! The press profits off our doom!'"
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, I can save us from this tomb.
Black ties have gathered to provide the last soundtrack!
They're all praying, they're all preying; they won't take their sins back.
The symphony is silent watching the seven trumpets
Don't follow me I cannot help the broken and the loveless.
They're gonna break me down.
I give up. I cannot see the light.
I give in. I'm blinded by the night.
Rally 'round my broken standard,
See the sound of the broken and haggard.
There's a black tie in her grip.
I shared my bed with a bomb
They say, "Better to have loved and lost!"
But they never really loved at all.
Sulfur on my fingertips,
Bloody Mary on my lips.
7. SPIDER INSIDE HER
Perhaps she'll die for crimes adamantly denied.
Shape-shifting words of serpents' tongues
Escaping from the mouths of young.
Flipping through the matchbook
My fingers feel the flames.
The hangman's noose can taste our lies
Now it wants our best.
They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls.
They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone.
Still wet from birth in a sinking cage,
Seventy-one floating souls
One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave.
Here comes the rectory licking it's chops!
Hungry for a Lamb to prey upon,
They're taking this too far.
"She will learn, or she will burn."
Will she learn?
Watch now as they skin her words alive!
The church bells ring, the choir sings, for confessions of a guiltless crime!
This textbook fire; young lies for hire;
As Annabelle recites her rosaries.
Hear her cries adamantly defied!
The children swear, their teeth are bared,
She knows this is her cross to bear.
Snow comes down tonight reflecting Anna's white
Their vacant lord knocking down her door
Knows she has nowhere to hide.
They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls.
They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone.
Still wet from birth in a sinking cage,
Seventy-one floating souls
One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave.
She stumbles forward; they close the village gates behind her back
Her gown's a dirty white, "She will be purified tonight!"
We watched the bodies burn one by one.
The children carried stolen lanterns filled with rotting diamonds.
Seventy-one bodies lit the valley below,
The embers dancing pirouettes above Witch Mountain's snow.
She will burn.
(She burns, she bleeds. She wants. She screams.)
She's burning bright
8. PANGOLIN DREAMS
Staring through glasses with no lenses
At a tree climbing the sky.
Our father seems to have lost his senses
As he stands before our burning home
With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense.
The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms.
Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far.
What have I become? How could this have happened?
I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks.
I'd forgotten what I was looking for.
Power is flowing but the bulb is blown,
I have no faith to call my own.
With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance;
Evidence, if you will
Gasoline dreams from a wishing well.
As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts
On a hill with three trees
The royalty is coming for my loyalty.
Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice.
I am so very apathetic.
You abandon me.
Cradled in my mother's arms, my reserves have been set free.
9. SHAKE, RATTLE (SNAKE), AND ROLL!
I am a war that is yet to be won... I have forgotten all ideas of compassion. The pure of heart demand to be heard while the Devil preaches anything to pacify the world.
I swear to god we're all dying...
Just let the bastards come, they'll be consumed by a fury that they've never known. Yeah, come on, baby; dance with me, die with me.
I'll march into battle with my own gods in tow to battle these demons that won't let me go. Sooner or later, we'll have to decide; the broken, the heartless, together we'll cry
HELL WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE
We'll spill your blood, bring you to your knees; we will infect you like a ghost in the machine. We'll spill your blood... we'll haunt your dreams...
10,000 rioteers paint such a lovely scene...
We'll spill your blood
10. OF THE ALASKAN KING
Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You've been set free.
Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven.
Like a cherub borne unto the sky
Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.
11. (CURSE OF) THE HORSE LATITUDES PT. II
Dirty doves drink from golden chalices, discuss the state of things.
Talks of empires, towering spires, and what it is that dethrones kings.
Bring me the head of he whom worships Judas.
Paint over his eyes, he'll never see love again.
Sew up his mouth, the dragonflies have revenge
Pluck the wings. Crack the scales.
Tonight!
The morning hails, wipe the charcoal from sleeping eyes!
We must unfurl the sails!
The whitest wing hears lovely things
He'll be seduced by the Sirens' wails.
It's like a shipwreck with no crew left and the Captain's floating by me, baby.
Saviors over my head, don't leave me for dead! Take this message to my lady!
"Oh Susannah, won't you cry for me. I am lost and I am lonely floating here at sea."
The good ship Asphyxia brought white clouds of hope, yet now it sleeps.
Love is lost in the wettest grey, this island's only hope is that he will wash up someday.
Burning fields and skeleton trees are screaming at our doors
telling stories of forgotten friends on distant shores.
End their lives; end their pain,
For the ravens will reign,
Forevermore.
12. STREET RAT'S EYES
Our fathers can hardly understand us anymore.
Abandon your straightened thoughts.
Forget the jewelers and their priceless songs.
Can't you hear yourselves disappearing into the arms of mother/father?
Keep your immature pretensions, your love-affair affections to yourselves.
Behind my back my elitist die has been cast down upon the unsuspecting masses.
Forgive them, lord, for they know what they do.
Are you going deaf?
I will bite off the hand that force-feeds me.
Free me Feed me.
I walk silently past the ballroom the commotion.
I don't know these dances, I am an Old Romantic.
I sing the old songs, I bleed the old blood.
Would you want to waltz with me?
Can't you hear me screaming until my throat is raw?
Until Hell freezes
Over
My dead body will I let the Ravens reign down upon us,
Always blinding with their refuse and shame.
You'll have to pry their words from my cold dead lips.
There's a storm-a-brewin', the smell is intoxicating.
We're sick, so sick of this town.
Raze it to the heavens,
Burn it to the fucking ground.
13. PEREGRINE
When they skinned you alive I was right by your side
In a single dark room, they were singing the tune,
You spoke in tongues cut out, mimicked words of those devout.
No guns, no glory, no heroes in this story.
Just the words of a fool, the thoughts of a king, and a heart that screams fury.
I wanna know, if you had this stage what would you say and could I sing along?
Or would you convince me there's nothing left and that all hope is gone?
So I need a jump-start, baby. I need a new heart, yeah?
I need a way to find myself without falling apart.
So I need a new mask maybe. This face just will not last.
I will seek you out; I will never bring you back.
I'm walking around trying how to find the sound
Of planes crashing and pilots swearing off the ground.
Mayday! Mayday! We're going down! Our blaze of glory's been found!
Sound the air raid Siren, hope is dying, hope is dying!
She was a first-class mistress.
When they skinned me alive you were not by my side
In a single dark room, they were singing the tune.
And when my tongue came out you were nowhere to be found.
I will not believe! You see you've got something to prove to me.
I will not, I cannot, I do not believe. You see you've got, you've got something to prove to me.
So I need a jump-start, baby. I need a new heart, yeah?
I need a way to find myself without falling apart.
So I need a new mask maybe. This face just will not last.
I will seek you out; I will never bring you back.
I won't say your name.
14. THE FOX IS RESTLESS (THE LAMD IS FOUND)
When your breath gets weak and your vision's cloudy who's name will you call out?
Their tendons sing like piano wire,
Their muscles solid, forged from the strongest iron.
Why am I the last machine?
Where is my skin graft, so human, pure and so very clean?
(Lonely like a memory)
Why am I finding myself all alone?
I'm a furnace-fed scarecrow in a field of bones.
They've all given in what do they have to show?
Existing in servitude, they'll reap what they've sown.
I can tell you what it's like to die.
Stand up to the reaper while burning inside.
If you don't believe just look in these eyes
I can show you what lonely is like.
We are broken, we are rusting slowly.
We are burning and we are holy.
Crawling along on these cast-iron knees
To the coal miner's song soaking up the disease.
They are changing, but their flesh I'm denied.
They are mortal; I'm still rusting inside.
I see the speaker with my X-Ray eyes,
I see his determined and rotting insides.
With these circumstances I think it's quite obvious,
He'd like to take a chance to speak for the rest of us.
"Reach your roots elsewhere, fresh muscles are restless!"
Their shuffling footsteps, like young children, helpless
'Bury the children. Carry the children. They'll be cozy in their graves.'
When your breath gets weak and your vision's cloudy whose name will you call out?
Their eyes are glazed as they are carried away.
Their wishes have all come true, but their words were twisted and construed.
'The grave is waiting for their arrogance!'
Through barbed wire and borrowed tongues they cry "Save us from this penance!"
Now I'm left behind, but I'm alive!
How I yearned to shed this shell.
I am alone in this carbon hell.
They have changed; they're still to blame
With the same smile, the same style, and the same shame.
I will carry their burdens on my back.
Remove this label of martyr, that's all I ask.
'Just who do you think you are?'
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
I'll be your savior.
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Come with me my children
We'll ride the lightning home.
You will return to what you once were.
Follow the sound of my voice, your prayers have been heard.
Innocence is ignorance so run, as fast as you can, away from these men;
these full-moon eyes are for you.
We are all just miserable. We are all just machines.
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