1. TRANQUIL INSOMNIA

(Instrumental)


2. RESTORING PANGEA

There is going to be hell to pay and oh god,
I wish it on you every day on top of day
If these walls could talk they would tell
A different story of how a tarnished halo sprouted wings...
And flew to hell harp strings are broken
And this dove in white is stained blood red
As the umbilical noose called the birth of carnal torture is bred
And the vultures feast
And her spirit is poured out in tears
As the architect of her agony builds her haunting fears
There is going to be hell to pay
And oh god, I wish it on you every day
You left har lifeless
You left her breathless
Suffocating in the sick picturesque of your moon-lit hours
There's no halo in this hell
Only a forehead battered paper thin
But its shadows will always fall on unstable wind


3. JAUNDICE

My fair weather friend
Spawned from twisted fate and plummeting skies
And epileptic tongues that dance
To the pulse of sharpening knives
Colonies of maggots are woven in your words
Feasting on the carcass of your lies
Under crimson waves
Things can never be the same
No canvas untarnished
No knife unsharpened
No heart unbroken
Nothing is the same
Living in your leprosy-ridden friendship
And loathing these bleedings graced by rusting razors
Brings me to jaundice smiles and leprosy scars
My bleeding heart can only clot but so much
And it has reached its bloody quota for a lifetime
So don't cry for me
Or the smiles or scars that I've kept
Forget our memories of this leprosy-ridden friendship


4. DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH

In somber decadence
This picture captured a thousand words
The sweetest ambiance turned sour by the deadest stare
I still remember the stale,
Thick oxygen that played our mediators role
Breathe out every whisper caressing notions of vindictive nostalgia
Every word lingering as if an eternal echo in mid-air
Floating atop its frigid vehicle
Cradled by open ears and a open mind
This snowballing act, now barbarism is in no form pestilence
Well, I'll bring it all back down to earth
Because it's not as easy for me to forget a name
Or a face
Or a human being for that matter
No more stitches will be sewn.....
Not for you
Not anymore
Over this at least
Guts are spilled and stitches ripped
Hold your breath and rip a stitch


5. A RAZOR BLADE LOVE SONG

Contaminated veins spill
My love for you in razorblade from
These forked tongue convictions are salt
Poured on prelacerated wounds of extreme weathering
Cherub in white is love felt measure for measure
Os is love an appetite of blistering luster to feed theeyes of the blind
Of so the I am the ultimate terminal eclipse
Seconds till your sunrise
Minutes till your grace
But no one is waiting for you at heavens gates
Now vultures take the place of turtle doves
but I slip away
Deep into the depths of the depths of the impenetrable darkness
To test the razors edge


6. YESTERDAY'S WOUND IS TODAY'S SCAR

Today I dug a grave
And shed my coma of idolization
And buried my heroes
I shudder...I shudder at the very thought
Engulfed in slavery on suchprophetic grey days
Torn from the womb
To exalt your hallowed dream unfulfilled...amen
Now winter has come
As well as the icy kiss of gangrene on your heart
More numbness
More needles please
I welcome the soothing splendour of hypothermia
My mute cries must fall on deaf ears
Is this our new profound level of love
Ashen with grief I remain in the dusk of your mind
With the shroud of my heart dying alone
Forever cast into the shadows of your expectations