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The Envisioned
04:21
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Thin fingers caress an envisioned man
Horizontal and weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Cowering away between two walls Fear seeps through skin
Grip my hands as I heave to the floor
Feel my lifeless body drained and used like a whore
Grip these tears that coat my eyes
And let me sleep forevermore
Thin fingers caress an envisioned man
Horizontal and weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Weaving on the floor
Cigarettes burn and fill the air Breath so still I can feel her stare
Grip my hands as I heave to the floor
Feel my lifeless body drained and used like a whore
Grip these tears that coat my eyes
And let me sleep forevermore
The devil’s blood eating away my skin
Licking at my tongue, an elaborate sin
Cigarettes burn and fill the air
My breath so still I can feel her stare
Night turns to day in an array of light
My body falls ill slender and light
Reality drops like candle wax beads
Burning the bliss away from the dream
Away from the dream
Away from the dream
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Back in step with pain and worry
The reality of, the temptation to escape
Caress me with smooth black silk
and strangle me with dead white lace
The reality of the smile of make believe
Silk slips through fingers, futile grasps
To wander in a daytime dream
I’m thinking of your ice cold skin
I can’t see what shouldn’t be
Impulsive from reality
Crippling logic insanity
Underneath it embraces me
Take me down, me and my true love
Burn in your, amber ecstasy
Turning green, to black my consciousness
I’ll take her lovely pain away, lovely pain away
I can’t see what shouldn’t be
Impulsive from reality
Crippling logic insanity
Underneath it embraces me
Within my waxing consciousness
Embracing scents let me wander in a dream
I’ll take her lovely pain away, lovely pain away
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3. |
Evelyn Widow
04:13
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My lips have touched yours
For slighted moment
Which keeps an intrigue
An elaborate ornament
Blacked blue-green and slow pulsed
Not unlike a swim through paste
I envy my own position to recall your mouth’s taste
I’m in loathe of my lovely Evelyn Widow
I’m in loathe of my lovely Evelyn Widow
I’m in loathe of my lovely Evelyn Widow
To the west of the candle room where three of the burnt remain
The wax, stuck-bled-with-wax, and the heat moan oil sustains
I sit by my window rattles nature not in my room
I alone live noticeably, and a dead blows ill tempered fumes
I’m in loathe of my lovely Evelyn Widow
I’m in loathe of my lovely Evelyn Widow
I’m in loathe of my lovely Evelyn Widow
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Ashen Aged Silence
07:18
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Stardust lays upon your eyelids
And dreams of death will soon become your, every waking moment Your every thought and scheme
Sandy flesh slides through your fingers
With a dim like reality, it defines your hands
Time will never tell the wisdom of a haggard mind
Ashen aged refined and thin without a sense of kind, no
Sour dreams of material things and the insects crawling up my spine Insight an angelic glance and pebbles sown to my mind
The glass breaks at the end of the hall now
And the end seems such a pleasurable pain
A vision waits within a shadow, a vision waits in vain
Intrigue and beauty are gone again, within the blinking of an eye
Only the past remains
Time will never tell the wisdom of a haggard mind
Ashen aged refined and thin without a sense of kind, no
Sour dreams of material things and the insects crawling up my spine Insight an angelic glance and pebbles sown to my mind
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Tear Drop Garden
06:51
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Infestation of the masses
Divine these lonely eyes
A fear of dormant treasure to ignore its bloody past
Strength remains but cries
Strength remains but cries
Strength remains but cries
In our first days throughout time, broken dreams blurred our sight
Pale lights lead the way, upon every face a crooked guise
Envy of dead blossom
Lying bound, lying bound by innocents
Hallowed beauty dance before me
A drink denied the thirst
A drink denied the thirst
In our first days throughout time, broken dreams blurred our sight
Pale lights lead the way, upon every face a crooked guise
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In My Eyes
03:37
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On softly woven fabrics
And black laden sheets
Escape to the moonlight
Ours alone to feast
Young androgynous boy in black
His tale-tell heart lifted to the sea
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind the darkest side
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind your phantom-less eyes
Voices whisper in my mind
Of forgotten people left to lie
Dead flowers stain the scarlet side
Of the hills that wander in my eyes
Beautiful young girl in black
Her tale-tell heart lifted to the sea
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind the darkest side
In my eyes I see the light
That lies behind your phantom-less eyes
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The Hanged Man
04:35
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In this constant state
We begin to consider our own being
A cruel game of heaven or hell
In sunlit madness and cutting cold
Keeping time with our despair
Praying, praying for the verdict
To console our fears
The hanged man waits upon the wall
The hanged man waits to dissolve
In a time when our eyes lay veiled
In a moment of flash, I am with you
The hand of time moves through the years
And in silence we are unanswered
Afraid of the unknown, afraid of ourselves
And as I meet God in death I shall fear no evil
The hanged man waits upon the wall
The hanged man waits to dissolve
In a time when our eyes lay veiled
In a moment of flash I am with you
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Disillusioned
05:32
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You are the one with a mask sown to your face
You are the one with artificial eyes
You are the one with hidden laws
For you I hold no pity, I hold no remorse
Move on with your cowardly designs
Conviction never falters, never blinks an eye
You will end in a nameless grave
Below not one true heart will save
You are the one who reeks of ignorance
You are the one who will die in regret
You are the one who will dig your own grave
For you I hold no pity, I hold no remorse
Move on with your cowardly designs
Conviction never falters, never blinks an eye
You will end in a nameless grave
Below not one true heart will save
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He Stands Cross Armed
03:51
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Cursed water, fatty hollow
Pink doll fingers, black marker scars
Half-float dirty, plastic tubs
Mocking water’s, holy vessels
Stone sulfur smooth, section of home
I’m directed towards, some sad scene
Similar to anything, obstructed
He stands cross armed
He stands cross armed
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Praise Of Folly Los Angeles, California
Praise Of Folly is the gothic post punk band of California based singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Thomas McFarlan. The band’s sound has an inventive and eclectic character to it that combines a hypnotic gothic post punk aesthetic with art rock sensibility—leaving common gothic music cliches in the dust. ... more
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