1. NOTRES LANGUES NOUS TROMPES

I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning,
and secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden.
Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves,
my heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless.
If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero.
To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune--
To never feel our wings melting.
We are all spirits trapped and dying.
Trapped and dying.


2. THE SWEETNESS AND THE LIGHT

These dialogue stars dream of sundays in October...
Perception keeps us whole, and it may just be time
To look rather than merely see...
These testaments to divine light,
Years of work glare back at us...
Out from oil,
Out from marble,
Out from sound...
And sublimity,
Seeking sanctuary in the written word...
In the written word
To make the inspiration--
Visible.
Audible.
Touchable.
To create a world from dust
That is what it means to be our own deities.


3. AN OPEN LETTER

It is almost like we've died entwined in that way we are.
And our voices,
Our touch,
Our lips are searching for answers
To questions not asked.
It is not a belief in dreams.
It is not a refusal to accept.
It is a refusal to let go.
And words written over time only serve to paint these days
A clearer shade of black.
Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.
Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.
See, our lives fade apart to converge
-- only in my darker hours,
Only in my saddest hours...
Take these words pulled from me tied to you.
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed.
Yours Always.


4. WOODWELL

(Instrumental)


5. CORPOREAL

Loved ones tell stories about me to me,
But I already know what it's like to die,
And to pluck at my ghost's sad eternal.
I wrote an apology on the mirror,
And one forget-me-not to yours truly.
Another ideal sculpted frame
To Love
To Want
To Fear
To Blame
We all hate to look,
We all love to picture.
Alone we seek shadows to hide in,
As statues mark these days.
I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh
Tickle my fancy with visions of 'Perfection,'
On infinite wings I fly from affection.
Syllables, images, deny self-worth;
The pain of convention.
There's a desire to validate this body.
There's a need to eradicate this paradigm.


6. ARIADNE'S THREAD

'It's not you...
It's just the fact that lives come together,
They fade apart...
It's just the fact that lives come together,
They fade apart.
As shadows are cast, yet numbed by the light,
These are our beings...'
This is what you told me,
But I remember yesterday,
And I believe and I feel and I want,
And empty is not friendly...
Cracked mortar --
Lies --
And pure remnants of an unsure bond.
Perhaps we trust too much in this invisible thread to move on...
Flowers only live so long,
When they grow out of three small words.
'I only speak when spoken to;
I thought you knew this,
And I am sorry.'
Next time I will be careful what I wish for,
Next time I will be careful what I wish for.


7. FROM THE FIRMAMENT

As a star will fall,
I plummet from your sky,
and long to return to a world you've denied me.
Beneath my heartache,
I have made a promise:
To never let you forget.
You left your namesake,
and it will bleed
into you from every pore.
And even though I am most fallen from you...
I have still overtaken you.
But yet I still cannot find you...
I see black and white...
you see only gray.
I see black and white...
you see only gray.
Distorted image.
Pride clouded.
Unloved... Just because you taught me it's better to be accepted than repsected.
I shut the door on you this time.
Don't return with your heart in your hands;
you are most fallen.


8. POSTLAPSARIA

I am the horizon.
I ahve dreamed of tracing rings around this world.
my arms are stretched to forever.
My fingers shake with the fear of control.
The fear I know you all know so well.
We all lay claim to our destinies.
Yet we all rise and fall with the current.


9. ENDYMION

I am forgetting typewriter handwriting, and how to embrace in a storm of haloes...
To watch the floor melt,
to know I melt with it.
I secretly opened one eye,
and watched Selene move beyond my horizon.
Secrets tend to tell themselves, I find.
I find I will not miss...
clandestine heartaches buried years deep in stagnant days.
Writing lullabies across the moon
I have rescued dreams dying on yesterday's embers
fashioning flowers from fancy.
Skipping stones across april showers.
We will dance upon days time has forgotten.
To let dawn's drapery enfold us.
Gazing at angels through the eyes of a second.
Gazing at angels through the eyes of a second.