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How do you feel when your home isn’t your home anymore?
Voices are there that weren’t before
In the spaces of the quiet, it follows you
Forms to your movements and crowds you now
Makes your voice a whisper
Just a murmur in your head
No room for thoughts
Repeating the same thing again and again
Devoid of yourself yet again, another quest
Voices growing louder
Talking down
Voices you can’t ignore
You’d notice if they were there before, wouldn’t you
They eat the walls so thin, so flimsy
With a strange rage you take them in one ear out the other
The life forces its way in through the encounter
It’s set it’s sight on you
So, tell me what to do
Before the windows shatter
My heart is pounding through the roof
What’s the matter with you?
What’s the matter with you?
So, tell me what to do
How do you feel when your home isn’t your home anymore?
Voices are there that weren’t before
In the spaces of the quiet, it follows you
Forms to your movements and crowds you now
Makes your voice a whisper
Just a murmur in your head
No room for thoughts
Repeating the same thing again and again
Devoid of yourself yet again, another quest to preserve myself from invasion
So, tell me what to do
Before the windows shatter
My heart is pounding through the roof
What’s the matter with you?
What’s the matter with you?
So, tell me what to do
Voices growing louder
Talking down
Voices you can’t ignore
You’d notice if they were there before, wouldn’t you
They eat the walls so thin
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Quell & Covet
03:24
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Painting in shades of clarity
It seems frivolous
The shades run brilliant red to crimson
I seek a heart song
But I find no heart to meet
It’s autopilot how I’m functioning
Inviting the hallucinations of the dark
Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful
There’s something on my heels
Ooh, the chills run up my back
Only calling back to sleep, as a remedy
Inviting the hallucinations of the dark
Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful
The blackbird flew in through the window to quell all days
Return to the nest that is my coveted
Anytime, it’s better than this nothing I have to show
What difference does it make
I’m not always helping myself
I know, I’m as free as my nature allows
So, its without doubt that I’m found with my hands tied
Oh, my mind knows no bounds
I know, I’m as free as my nature allows
I’ll figure it out
By earth of my body rotting in the dirt
By fire of the seraphim
By drowning in the ocean with my hurt
By the wind carrying my ashes
Talking to the statues that mimic
An ethereal land I long to see
It’s autopilot how I’m functioning
Inviting the hallucinations of the dark
Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful
There’s something on my heels
Ooh, the chills run up my back
Only calling back to sleep, as a remedy
Inviting the hallucinations of the dark
Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful
The blackbird flew in through the window to quell all days
Return to the nest that is my coveted
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I existed before and I will persist
Without your hallmarks to a journey you didn’t embark
Deciphering the beginning or the end from the fall or the rising
The tears in my eyes feel the same
I’m not entitled
At odds with what I want
To see it done, I have to be the one
Excuse me, coming off too strong
A ripple through the waves
The effect of a butterfly without a hive
To make the most in a brief time
Who gave you the power?
Where are the people
Oh, fickle ones
I give myself to the fire
Didn’t bat and eye when they chose absolute
I’ve been surviving
I existed before and I will persist
Without your hallmarks to a journey you didn’t embark
Deciphering the beginning or the end from the fall or the rising
The tears in my eyes feel the same
I’m not entitled
At odds with what I want
So many conditions to my worth
To see it done, I have to be the one
Excuse me, coming off too strong
So many directions
A ripple through the waves
The effect of a butterfly without a hive
To make the most in a brief time
Sweet to sour
Pick your weapon now
Who gave you the power?
Where are the people
Oh, fickle ones
Who is worthy?
Don’t speak for me
I give myself to the fire
And they chose
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Dreams Pantomime
02:00
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Grisaille/ Cut by Light
03:42
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No waiting for inspiration to strike
I bring it out
I can be your mermaid in the bottle
Sight of a rainbow in the grotto
Knowledge is as close as I come
If it’s the fire that burns in the angels that lights the underworld
We Dore still captivating
Growing grisaille killing time
A cut by light
A life of stock images with no sentiment
Homesick for place I haven’t been
From the thought to a life all its own
Addicted to the feeling through absurdism dismantling
Living many lives at once remaining misanthropic
All is my benevolence
I am my own fear, love, my own enemy
I am my own all or nothing, no unconditional
Simulated I can be the message lost in the wind
To a million kisses on skin
Flip a coin, be born again
No waiting for inspiration to strike
Holding on to see the end
I bring it out
I can be your mermaid in the bottle
Sight of a rainbow in the grotto
Knowledge is as close as I come
If it’s the fire that burns in the angels that lights the underworld
We Dore still captivating
Growing grisaille killing time
A cut by light
All is my benevolence
I am my own fear, love, my own enemy
I am my own all or nothing, no unconditional
A life of stock images with no sentiment
Homesick for place I haven’t been
From the thought to a life all its own
Addicted to the feeling through absurdism dismantling
Living many lives at once remaining misanthropic
All is my benevolence
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Under Vaulted Ceilings
04:18
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Withheld the intimacy of personal with exposure
Jaded to civility, talking small
Spoilt to submission, talking small
Jaded to civility, talking small
Too close for comfort
Now everything is meaninglessly stark
Too many gifts taken for granted
Under vaulted ceilings
There echoes of voices lost long ago
Rotating my dodecagon heart, as a Rubik’s cube
Sacred but dilapidated
Rotating my dodecagon heart before it burns through me
Meant for my ears only
Meant to missed
Made so short and sweet
Holding me endlessly, blissfully
I miss you only
Under vaulted ceilings
There echoes of voices lost long ago
Rotating my dodecagon heart, as a Rubik’s cube
Sacred but dilapidated
Rotating my dodecagon heart before it burns through me
It’s all you’ve shown me
The stark exquisite
Tapping all the sides to stir what’s inside
Living quietly
Withheld the intimacy of personal with exposure
Jaded to civility, talking small
Spoilt to submission, talking small
Jaded to civility, talking small
Too close for comfort
Now everything is meaninglessly stark
Too many gifts taken for granted
Meant for my ears only
Meant to missed
Made so short and sweet
Holding me endlessly, blissfully
I miss you only
Under vaulted ceilings
Unsuppressed there echoes of voices lost long ago
Rotating my dodecagon heart, as a Rubik’s cube
Sacred but dilapidated
Rotating my dodecagon heart before it burns through me
Bridled by too many rulers
So many users and abusers
Without shame
Now everything is meaninglessly stark
Too many gifts taken for granted
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Thralled by the height
I look but see nothing
How far will you fall?
How far will you fall?
From the flesh, to pulp, the hard pit, osmosis
Cracked my teeth when I bit it
Give me all that is hidden
The leaves are barely hanging on
Sticky, sticky, like ripping a heart out of the living
We share blood now, both dripping
Sinking into the mud
I’ve bitten for the bruise
From the flesh, to pulp, the hard pit
The despair, jaw breaking
Too soft to hold together
Where do we come from?
I look but see nothing
To share, not to cater
Sparing you the discomfort
Too soft to hold together
Turned by the heat to rot in my hands
The bugs have always been drawn to me
I root through the pit of earth, to the heart, despair
Poison apples arsenic sweet, sick peaches, blackened plums
The worms were quick and discreet before me
I know the worst before it gets to me
How far will you fall?
How far will you fall?
From the flesh, to pulp, the hard pit, osmosis
Cracked my teeth when I bit it
Give me all that is hidden
The leaves are barely hanging on
Sticky, sticky, like ripping a heart out of the living
We share blood now, both dripping
Sinking into the mud
Too soft to hold together
Turned by the heat to rot in my hands
The bugs have always been drawn to me
I root through the pit of earth, to the heart, despair
Poison apples arsenic sweet, sick peaches, blackened plums
The worms were quick and discreet before me
I know the worst before it gets to me
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The haze is gone
But I can’t will myself to look
Froze to the glass panes of my palace
Now frosted and stained
Even after the rain and the seasons change
Not even the falling soft diamonds can wash it away
The tears froze to daggers midfall
Challenging everything prototypical
Face after face it’s the same thing
Chip one and tear it away, there’s the frustration
And the pain, more concentrated
Through the smile
Through the laugh
Letting the warmth of light come in
But the cold sting emanates from within
Made my bones wind chimes of steel pipes and iron
Set the butterfly rising
Froze to the glass panes of my palace
Now frosted and stained
Holding artificial rainbows
Even after the rain and the seasons change
Not even the falling soft diamonds can wash it away
The tears froze to daggers midfall
Challenging everything prototypical
Face after face it’s the same thing
Chip one and tear it away, there’s the frustration
And the pain, more concentrated
Through the smile
Through the laugh
Letting the warmth of light come in
But the cold sting emanates from within
Made my bones wind chimes of metal pipes and iron
Set the butterfly rising
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Ichor
03:43
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All ask questions
What is missing
All know remorse, ichor pours
While others are praying for more
All without the answers
Their existence concedes
Damn sure unlike a damsel, oh heretic
Knowing both victory and defeat run its course, in a sprint like it was stolen
All know remorse, ichor pours
A wound to be filled with the next best thing
Packed to the brim, bulging skin
Muted, endless consumption of all that’s red, albeit undead, so passionate
Compromised by nature to fractions but more myself than ever before
Lost eternity, to the timeless feeling
Grieving prematurely, familiar already
As the angels who know haven behind the gates of hell
Embodying all emotions with certainty
Too functional for depression
All love comes on like obsession
A wound to be filled with the next best thing
Packed to the brim, bulging skin
Muted, endless consumption of all that’s red, albeit undead, so passionate
Compromised by nature to fractions but more myself than ever before
Temporarily restored, taken over by busy work
All without the answers
Their existence concedes
Lost eternity, to the timeless feeling
Damn sure unlike a damsel, oh heretic
Knowing both victory and defeat run its course, in a sprint like it was stolen
All know remorse, ichor pours
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Schism, you lack imagination, surrendered to ritualism
I can’t teach you my salvation
I gave up my retreatism and rebellion
On the off chance I talk to you
I won’t reveal my motivations
I couldn’t even if I wanted to
Wayward, if I was anyone else
But I am myself, so deviant
No lead to follow
No social control
Bad seed, good deeds
Only honest intention
Anyway, I wouldn’t accept your invitation
I’m busy being alone
Being my, being my own person
Conformity, it is grateful punishment
And unworthy of reward
The gutting
The mind numbing
Searching inside my brooding to surface something new
To see the unprepossessing truth and still smile
Bearing fruit of a bad day, something to take away
Other than just heartache
Schism, you lack imagination, surrendered to ritualism
I can’t teach you my salvation
I gave up my retreatism and rebellion
On the off chance I talk to you
I won’t reveal my motivations
I couldn’t even if I wanted to
Wayward, if I was anyone else
But I am myself
No lead to follow, no group to belong to
Just lost too
The gutting
The mind numbing
Searching inside my brooding to surface something new
To see the unprepossessing truth and still smile
Bearing fruit of a bad day, something to take away
Other than just heartache
Bad seed, good deeds
Only honest intention
Anyway, I wouldn’t accept your invitation
I’m busy being alone
Being my, being my own person
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Nothing is Adequate
03:05
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Counting my teeth with my tongue
Eye pecking dissection
Claws scratching glass
Bones for the butterflies to roost
Tears rolling smooth, smooth
My, my so aloof
My love so elusive
Myself so reclusive I doubt the pursuit
Expecting the worst thing
To lessen the anticipation
Or weight of complete devastation
My body is locked
The hallow sockets
My soul carved out
Dry heat sealed my mouth
No sound is adequate
Nothing real to loose
Running into the brunt of it
The sharp edges in my grip
The second time doesn’t miss
No counter for it
Counting my teeth with my tongue
Eye pecking dissection
Claws scratching glass
Bones for the butterflies to roost
Tears rolling smooth
My, my so aloof
My love so elusive
My is body locked
Myself so reclusive I doubt the pursuit
The hallow sockets
Expecting the worst thing
My soul carved out
To lessen the anticipation
Or weight of complete devastation
No sound is adequate
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A Flower in Disguise Ohio
Singer/songwriter/producer/visual artist and writer.
Making experimental music
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