1. PORCELAIN HEART (EDIT)

I, lost all I had, one April day,
I, turned to my friends, nothing to see,
I, wrote down a name, and read it twice,
I, wallow in shame.

I, said that I love, eternal skis,
I, cling to my past, like childish dreams
I, promised to stay, and dwell my grief
I, went far away.

I see blood spilled 'neath my feet,
Lead me through wastelands of deceit,
Rest your head now, don't you cry,
Don't ever ask the reason why

Kept inside our idle race
Grow seven idols, false embrace
Rest your head now don't you cry
Don't ever ask the reasons why.


2. PORCELAIN HEART

(See lyrics on track 1)


3. THE LOTUS EATER (EDIT)

Liquid is in your throat,
For hopeless delight.
After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted.
All you've had and all you became,

The night is calling, you pray forth.

A barren waste is your land,
Crops they were sown to die.

This skin is a mirror,
The eyes hover with ignorance,
Hell throb from your lips,
Sucked in and safe from the world of sleep.

All years caring for a liar.
The barren drift road is winding higher.
You're a moth too close to the fire.

You are stuck in a beautiful future
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all.

Fleeting in sorrow
Pushing your spirit away,
Seeking the weakness of dislike,
Whispered from the heart.
To be, we're all in the mourning,
To despair.

Cries out: "The restless will also... die."

Resurrection covered with death,
Drawing the life under one.
A fact tied to the earth,
The soul's a victim, a follower.

Oh, mother!
Incoherent growling
For us to see
The blink of an eye

And the pride of a mother
Drawn close in a mother's son,
And the love from a father
Was used by a father's son

Over warrior's token
Misspoken lives on,
The language unimportant.
So fair and so just.

All the land is taken


4. THE LOTUS EATER

(See lyrics on track 3)


5. HEIR APPARENT

Slow days
Slow words
Slow lies
Slow ends

So many years to clean the slate
Endless despair within its wake
His touch soiling what used to be clean
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams no more

Slow pain
Slow deaths

And again he rides in
It's September and he covets the gullible
Skeletal wish
Hunter
A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy

Hear him spewing forth meaning to miserable lies
See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair
The insect trust
Believer
Your body a vehicle to house his disease

Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind
Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn
Invisible king
Dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece
Death in his eyes
Waiting
Spiralling judgement, provoked in the rains

This futile test drowned in the levee of deception

In the year of his sovereign
Rid us of your judgement
Heir apparent