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The Changeling Turns
07:25
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Too used to sunlight when it doesn’t burn
This skin must belong to someone else
A smear of blood, on the side of the palm
Where it brushed against the nose
Just moments ago
The shedding might have hurt
If one had even noticed when the change occurred
Wandering around the rooms
Something in the mirror changed
Looking across the hall in to a stranger’s face
But nothing stays long true...
Sheets of used skin
Brushed under the bed
Step towards the halls
Where the power resides
Today the changeling turns
His face towards the sun
And changes the future
For a while, and maybe burn...
Screaming at the moon
Until the voice breaks
One step at the time
Sheds shame from the shoulders
Drives away the pain
To the corner of the eye
Hidden in plain sight
And if someone sees...
What could they really see?
What constitutes as change
The headaches and the bruises
Hold on to some strange clarity
Like a lesson in learned, deep in to the arcane
Hints of unnamed mythical terror
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Shroudborn
03:28
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But just as I had changed
And veil was lifted off the eyes
Behind there is just the void
Where nothing hides
Close your eyes and pray and hope
This revelation can be ignored
If one could change the time
If one could run against it’s flow
Shroudborn
Take your time
And wait for the procession to pass
Take your body and walk away
Let them dry their tears
Shroudborn
Tell me why
Should you give them an inch
When six feet of mercy
Won’t be enough for them
Shroudborn
Watch over the seas
Remember where the sails were seen
And float in to the bay
Where the stars and the moon had sunk
Shroudborn
Rest for a while
There’s nothing left to die for
Drink in the sun and rain
Contemplate on your ever-lasting pain
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3. |
Months of Drowning
05:44
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Drowned
For an eternity
Nevermind the moments,
The seconds, the minutes, the weeks
When the treshold is passed...
The sound of sirens
Not in the least as beckoning than
To lay down and out of sight
The voice of reason
Will try it’s feeble hands to hold
The downcast face above the sand
For here is eternal
Dunes of regret, rivers of ash
I can’t reach and look beyond these lands
Sink in with me
And feel my doubts drag you down
Every moment I am drowning
Scenes of betrayal
Forever imagined and therefore real
I can’t remember who I used to be
Words of wisdom
Forever tainted by the pride
I never wanted to be the one
To say goodbye
The way you made me
I remember but I am disconnected
Memories belong to someone else
I remember everything that happened
I remember everything that never was
I remember every way it hurt my soul
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4. |
From the Beginning
08:35
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Where to begin? Everything seems so unreal
First time locked outside the door, the first time you ever fell
How can you remember? When nothing had ever happened?
Always guilty, looking over the shoulder
From the beginning
All the way to this day...
First time you heard the whistling, and then saw nothing at all
But the ground collapsed on your head, all the same
Sitting on that chair, wondering what’s wrong
Can’t lift your arms, almost can’t breathe
If I told you how I felt
It must have been a thousand times
Same old song, a tired verse
From signal to noise, fainter everyday
After the crossroads
Wasn’t much more to sell
We walked in different directions
Occasionally throwing back more stones
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Paths of Loss
06:23
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You walked in, you walked out
Hours had passed but nothing had changed
Your pride fell down, with bile on the street
You walked on too proud to run
On your face, in the snow
Grasping for anything at all
Vomit again, torn your clothes
That this should be the end, you’re sure
But nothing ended, for courage lacked
How far can you take it the next time
You’ll take the fight, you’ll take the car
Glancing longingly at the side of the road
Stranger lights through the mind
Debasing yourself, night after night
Where is the line, and when it’s crossed
You really cannot take yourself no more
How deep can we go?
What the hell is wrong with you
Few good steps, straight in to downhill
Time and time again
On the paths of loss
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Just a Sigh
11:37
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Just a sigh in a silent room
Like a drowning tide filling the darkened room
For the forgotten souls laying on the backs
Searching for an excuse
It’s a deafening call to shed more tears
For the fate of us all
For the fate of this world
For every wrong we’ve ever felt
Every failure we’ve been through
Everlasting grind of entropy
Upcoming collision of galaxies
The human standing on the plain
We see the murder in their eyes
Just as I thought, in the end
Nothing that I did was judged
By it’s merits in itself
But in relation to some other game
That was played behind the wall
The facade one could call pride
Complex patterns of behaviour
Value assessment and clinging to the hope
That by these acts and few more lies the wall
Will stand by itself safe from the scrutiny of jealous minds
Fortified for years and years to come
Just a sigh and I am insane
Has there always have to be a reason?
I am not making a scene
There’s nothing in the air
There’s nothing I’m about to say
Nothing about to do
Was I ever free
To laugh or even shout
When all it bought was shame
For me, for you
Just a sigh in a silent room
An ironic laugh escapes from the mouth
A sardonic look thrown across the room
The same old question, asked again
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7. |
Take Flight
07:32
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Mistakes were made during the therapeutic wars
Moral high-ground lost when the stakes were raised
The irreconcilable difference between here and there
This and that were the only thing to keep the peace
Shots are fired in every random direction
Hoping for the grace of accidental infliction of pain
Scorched earth tactics, no ways to renegotiate
Terms of a truce, an honest try at peace
A sudden thought takes flight
This was never beautiful, and it never could
Rewriting of the history done on all sides
Day after day the truth has changed and nothing now is gained
All the slights imagined or real rendered meaningless
Numbers on the scoreboard devoid of any truth
Last chapter comes for every story told
And players on this board hope it’s just more death
Rip the band-aid, slit the throat, shot straight in to the brain
Every way we can to speed the things along
A sudden thought takes flight
This was never beautiful, and it never could
And here are once again, looking back
Putting it to words to serve a purpose
What a waste of time to spend your life
Twisting the words to craft the lie
Making up a story of struggle and of grief
Much more beautiful than it could have ever been
That we could never be, that I could ever be
I could never be
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