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Member Since: 10/08/2007
Band Members: Lyrics:
Setting Sun
Too bad you can't join me in the setting sun
I know I'll cry until the day is done
Touching with knives aint much fun
I'll still be there when the crowd is gone
Dark shadows of sadness when we die
Dark fears of death when we cry
You know I'll be sad when the morning comes
don't waste the time in between on foolish insensitivity
When the night has come
the tears will all be gone
in day love embalms me
seals the outside layer with a tear
But now my arms open wide like a butterfly
even though the flowers have all dried
my dark existance lies in whispers
my draining life slithers in persistance
will never be enough to satisfy me
visions of my hope collide with your lies
besides your only fooling yourself
oh setting sun bring me some darkness
oh setting sun bring me some darkness
Knock of your Death
I await you at my Door
I await the knock of your death on my life
The Cold Softness of your Icy touch
as you await me on the other side
Anxiety it pulls at the scars of my soul
When I fear love is no longer there for an embrace of security
Its just something never intended for me
I see things the way they have been written incorrectly
I see cracks in the way you think things are supposed to be
I see bitter demise in your empty skies
once filled with love and hope and dreams
now darkness fills my empty halls
with lost hope and memories
I await you at my door.
Carnival of Souls
For a moment I saw you standing there on the edge of my world
but only the sediments of where you once stood remain
I saw a mother crying for her lost identity
but not for her only child
I turn my head from one side to the other in silent panic
I caress my inner sight imprisoned within me
I cannot be free
I see myself slipping down the corridors with daggers and forgotten dreams
what does it all mean
sometimes just to walk alone in the day is too much for me to handle
the cars and the voices ringing in my mind, echoing
am I going mental blind because I can feel myself slipping into haze
then this reality plays tricks on my eyes
I see blotches and lines
the lights and colors grow strong and fade
as if I was to be sent spinning away...
spiraling down below the ground
then to live my death with the Carnival of Souls..
The Carnival of Souls.
Circles over Hallowed Ground
In a dark room where you can taste sounds hidden by the day
Underneath illusions of the artificial surface
lies reality existing for purpose
to survive in purity defending truths honesty
In a ritual of true democracy
under the oppression of individuality
under the siege of your devils bigotry
are the ways intended for me
No Hope....
I hide under my shroud away from the crowd
because most here will never understand
I run to the corner of darkness
away from your greed away from your evil deeds
cus life like everyone else is misery
your lies are the light which keeps me patronizing
the need to be free and what we can achieve individually
its not some supernatural being which keeps me going in circles
its this life its you people your driving me under driving me blind
is there no hope for your all spinning in circles
Lay me to rest in hallowed ground
so i may return another day
This is an illusion, your all fooling yourselves
No Hope....
I want to stick needles into the eyes of the darkest king
bring down his evil majesty
before they could ever take me down
down to the depths of the underground
if only it was as easy as a bomb
and a one way ticket to DC
Until then I'll be going in circles
as the world is going in circles about me...
Lay me to Rest in Hallowed Ground
so I may return another day........
This is an illusion, your all fooling yourselves....
Kill the Precident!
Sanity Bay
Love has the tendacy towards denial
seldom do the flowers of kindness remain
life becons me toward soft shadows
you could have had better things
I reach forth with caring
someone hands me despairing
thrust forth like a tatered corpse
engraving the last licks on the headstone
this is how I feel
uniform conclusion is just an illusion
your ship is going down
My fingers are tired of turning the useless pages
I wipe off my fed up brow by the hour
My heart is a flutter
My soul is a shudder
yet I will seek down the path
to the city of lost dreams
The Door is inside me
Tell me which way to sanity bay.
Influences: people places things
Sounds Like: 1990
Record Label: Shadow Recourse Ltd.
Type of Label: Indie
