Building

Building There is only one night to live And it is the longest black veil Constantly draped over our eyes Until the cloth runs out But we will never go quietly Because our hearts have taught us To fight until there is nothing left As these sad lands are our only friends How does it feel to be a rider in the night The wind whipping across our backs Never stopping...

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Great Fire Visions

Great Fire Visions These ghosts are our lovers Passing through skeletal shadows Cast on the wall By glimpses from marauding gods We run from these phantoms As if they are other than us But in truth we see ourselves Because in the great fire We captured shadows in our hearts And now that we are truly alive Project them everywhere Our wild hearts are flying around the room now They are constant movement Because...

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Exeunt Via Nearest Window

Exeunt Via Nearest Window There were pieces of me all over The damned place Dripping from ceilings Sticking to the walls My ugliest scraps Out in the open For everyone to see And the beautiful specks too Who hide in the nooks And only come out To the cooing of angels I collected every last bit On the way out And only my phantom parts remained ...

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Dark Riders

Dark Riders This is the song of the dying hour And in our sleep we see each other Riders in the deep Shadow wings attached to our backs Where the black night is our love Find me there in the secret place In our hands we find shells In these shells we find a world Our hearts are hanging now from our chests We hold them in skeleton hands Gentle there...

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Magic Lantern Lonely Gods

Magic Lantern Lonely Gods We are furtively led by diamond hands To skullduggery at every point in the madhouse A wild octopus projects on the wall Water strikes our opulent faces We scream like feral wolf children Before the greatest storms Stole our innocence Our mouths froth with ticklish pleasure In the moribund funhouse We see ourselves as we truly are Decay in our brightest smiles Our teeth yellowing in the fattiest...

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Raving True

Raving True This is the benediction that is our valediction She searches for holiness like it can be found At an alter made of hollowed out bones Now filled with the songs her ancestors Dared to sing in the sacred places Find me love in my sleeping skin And in my waking I wear it strongly still Until the fading passes And these elongated bones have become oars On a...

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