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Space Horror Opera
01:43
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(instrumental)
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Hands Of Ghosts
05:48
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I see black roses
And blood-stained hands
I walk without seeming to
Right toward the head on the ground
Looking at me it smiles,
Laughs, and tries to explain
I’m leaving this world…..
I’m leaving this world…..
A chill creeps over me
Is this real? I don’t know
I try to keep my head on straight
As my sanity is severed completely
Like the head on the ground
Its like touching the hands of ghosts…..
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3. |
The Velvet Repose
05:53
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I have lived through too many
incarnations for my soul to bleed
Always in the dark my
path is chosen for me
Waiting, watching for the end
I try to find eternity – Sleep
The velvet bed awaits that will
bring peace and tranquility
But eternal slumber eludes me
and I can’t find my way in this cavernous waste
Tortured souls guide me
still I stumble blindly
Translucent images of the past
try to show me morality
While away from the light
I find myself hiding
Waiting, watching for the end
I try to escape vitality – Bleed
A velvet repose appears that
will bring sleep and serenity
But eternal slumber eludes me
and I can’t find my way in this cavernous waste
Tortured souls guide me
still I stumble blindly
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4. |
To The Edge Of Oblivion
06:08
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In the gloom the sky weeps
Letting fall a thousand tears
Mourning the demise of color
Opening up my eyes…
To see the connection
To destroy the friction
To bring to life a type of fiction
A moral to every story except for one
Stuck in a room without a view
A broken sun…falling in
A tattered sky….weeping on
A sullen face….drowning as
Dusky rose fades to grey
The life falls you take no notice
Falling in with a crushing blow
And I watch it all go down
Wanting to care but I am numb
A blanket of night falls on the forgotten
The broken and bruised
Silencing the essence
Sinners and saints alike walking to the edge of oblivion
Sinners and saints alike….walking to the edge….
A broken sun…falling in
A tattered sky….weeping on
A sullen face….drowning as
Dusky rose fades to grey
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5. |
The Dark Path
05:27
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(instrumental)
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6. |
Spiders And Crows
04:06
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Patiently, Patience she said
as she tore his face off
Bleeding hands and starving eyes
She was so beautiful
Blatantly waiting for nothing to happen
Uncertain about the state of his heart
He went to her and told her lies
that were meant to be the truth
Her friends were all spiders
and he was surrounded by crows
She weaves her web and entangles him
as he tries to fly away
Selfishly he gave all
then took everything she owned
Burning hands and blackened heart
He was so terrible
Soul-starved and wanting she waits
wondering about the human condition
She went to him and asked him why
while she noticed him withered and grey
Her friends were all spiders
and he was surrounded by crows
She weaves her web and entangles him
as he tries to fly away
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7. |
Prison Of Skin
07:13
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I sit waiting in the dark
Afraid
Like childhood fascination
I stay
Frozen in time staring at your ghost
ashamed
and all the things I could have said
keep me awake
I’m grey today
I fade away
I fear I’ve lost my mind again
I wilt and fade like a memory
A picture old and grey
and wrought with dust and shame
I’d like to break out of my prison of skin
Or rather get away from this wasteland
of desolation and sin
but memory has spoken like it
has time and time again
I leave me here to battle all of my
deepest fears from within
I fear I’ve lost my mind again
I wilt and fade like a memory
A picture old and grey
and wrought with dust and shame
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8. |
The Poison Sword
04:28
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Awake from a recurring dream to find it reality
When did all the good dreams die
A nightmare landscape in which barbed wire
And razorblades lie
Covert and sly
In this corroded dreamscape
I find myself asking why
My demons haunt me
I find myself sick inside
The deadly spiders creep toward my soul
The poison sword cuts at me
I can feel my scars wearing thin
In this broken glade, my spirit wanes
And I can’t turn away
In this corroded dreamscape
I find myself asking why
My demons haunt me
I find myself sick inside
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9. |
A Thousand Missing Hours
04:52
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My life as it was a cup tumbled and emptied
The blood on my hands from a wound in the empty
World that I live with no exit or entry
The eyes that stare back so cold, dead and simply
Frightened by night and the thunder of lonely
Snow falling soft in a sea full of only
Cold and regret for the world that surrounds me
I stare right back as the walls fall down
I feel nothing at all
I’m cold, dead, and empty
I found nothing at all
Except words that are maddening
I see nothing at all
But your face in a sea of a thousand missing hours
I held on for so long I tried to remember
Rain inside my head I tried to dismember
I can’t take it anymore I want to relive it
Now just a ghost in a cold December and
Everything I see in this world is receding
I trust nothing at all but my own heart that’s bleeding
Life as I know it cold, cut, and seething
With lies and betrayal…. I held on for so long
I feel nothing at all
I’m cold, dead, and empty
I found nothing at all
Except words that are maddening
I see nothing at all
But your face in a sea of a thousand missing hours
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10. |
Departure
08:32
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In a violent storm, betrayed he comes ashore
The shimmering sea was not enough to hold him
He looks to find shelter among the old ghosts he knows
But bridges burned and money earned does nothing for sanity
Yet a familiar face he cannot place comes to surface oh so slowly
A recurrent fear of wasted years shows that age has been quicker than beauty
So down the burning street he walks faster
To drive away the blinding pain
To find the healing rain
To sear the memory of departure from his mind
It is raining inside his head and yet he goes on
Blinded he thinks back to the torturous sea
There is no shelter, cannot find his better
Like an old letter sharp memories invade
Yet a familiar face he cannot place comes to surface oh so slowly
Rushing in like black clouds as he stumbles back to the sea
So down the burning street he walks faster
To drive away the blinding pain
To find the healing rain
To sear the memory of departure from his mind
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11. |
...everything went black
05:32
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(instrumental)
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Sky Gone Grey Portland, Oregon
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