1. FALLOW STATE

In the sleepless, white nights, alone in wakeful oblivion, through the cloudless black frights--I dream of you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened, by unseen burdens. Wailing through the choking thrush. There is no one left to forgive us. There’s something in my eye. You know it happens every time I think about the love that i thought would save me. I call to you, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. We are all bent in corners darkened. We all are bent by unseen burdens.


2. THE HAMMER

My sense of control is now a sense of escape. Lust and impulse condemned to simple routine. Bring down the hammer, a bludgeon to my shrines. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Comfort is the gateway to submission. What is contentment?: another word for stagnation. Bring down the hammer, a bludgeon to my shrines. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Bring down the hammer, the shattered rent in time. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Every single thing up to this point was a waste. Every single thing we ever built now lies in ruins. Now it is time to begin. Now it is time to truly begin.


3. THE ONLY LAW

A simple choice made the angels fall, a simple lie now believed by all. The sky is blue when the sun is shining, but by the light of the moon, the truth ain't hiding. As the child I'm the son of man. As the mother, clothed in the sun I am. Sanctuary for the weary soul. The life giving word that no one knows. Man is the god of earth, the answer to every question. Given to generation and birth by a God who is the man of heaven. Once there was a sun above. The only law we knew was love. Once there was a moon to glow. Once there was a way to know.


4. THE CHANGELING PRINCE

Silence any insight. Nuance ground into dust. Suppressive personalities. Mechanicals to the fore. As the short sighted ne'er do wells proselytize in various degrees of mumbles and shouts. We laugh! at the keening wail. We stare! down the shrieking eye. As they strip off their clothing and run bare bones through streets, as they waste away in hedonistic glut. Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion, crooning the primacy of their singular perspective, humming the hymn of knives, veneration of disdain. Corrosive idolatry. Enshrouded glacial deformity, that blighted obscenity. Scratching out the lines we never thought you'd cross. Begging for the illusion, pining for fabrication, for a pallid shadow. Behind the mask, another mask.