• Sculptured
    Seznam skladeb na albu
    • Elusive
    • Killing Fields
    • Heavenly
    • Touch Your Skin
    • In Your Lifetime
    • Nightride
    • Woven Textures
    • Departure
    • Indecision
    • Ormeau
    • Autumn
  • Sculptured

    Departure

    He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
    The walls of the room seem to alter angles
    Elongating and shrinking alternately
    Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room
    A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought yeah
    Then came a knock on the door
    And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made
    At first, he thought he'd imagined it
    Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night yeah
    But then it came again
    Only heavier this time
    With a sense of real urgency oh
    So pulling himself up
    And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
    He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
    And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch yeyeahh

    The latch became a fingertip, touching his own

    Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
    His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
    Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness
    His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
    His final soul is flying with contempt only
    Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed
    You cannot share, the temperature is rising
    The ghost and monkeys make a choice
    This...
    This...

    He tried to will himself back to bed
    He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted
    To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns
    But even wallpaper had become sinister to him oh
    He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls
    At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside
    And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
    He would always see his own face
    And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
    For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
    Shoes that no man would want to wear

    Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
    Into the forest under the billowing leaves
    Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves
    The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers
    In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
    A sense of moonlight and shadow
    All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
    The wallpaper had sinister tones
    Alas, white cold
    Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination.
    All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded
    Yes ahh, ooooh

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