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Hiram's lyrics to the music:
SANGUINE, MY TIME TRAVELING OPOSSUM BROTHER: With some searching and patience granted here I will find my kin. Wandering through mystery and awaiting reformation. i travel the unknown and beside me an idea lingering in the thoughtless. form revealing form. in timeless desire i seek to reunite, weeping in the silence of tingent memories. Returning to mind a time when things were simple.... Food was necessary and in feast we would delight.... but the paradox of the sanguine, my brother, it can not be denied. my brother, all are freed, thus i am what remains and in a void of abstraction i long for my former needs. what is left for me but time? time to accept the passing of one single instant. the one that rests in the surreal. By that man-made stream, our brethren were guided to "What". By that stream it was found. caressed by the feigning of death. madness and soft laughter knawing on its ambiance but forbidden taste. Yet i, blind, in nocturnal searching, have seen it. And tasted it! i can not deny possession. an illusion wrought of my own flesh. in this marked interruption of continuity i have attained my self. a cosmic un-being; i am and can not be. Yet i, blind, in nocturnal searching, have seen it. And tasted it....
We will meet again.... at the dawn of the earths end...and peering over its edge.... We will sit, and we will see all as in a reverie. We will speak... and there will be no sound but the whispers of the waves.
THE PURGING OF A SEED: Water cupped, colours falter....a vessel is set in the light. with his ear to the earth, listening as his hands sift the dirt, a seed is sewn within his pours and A Kingdom is sprouted wherein he'll find his domain amongst others of its source. How could I, so weakened, in my hands grasp the vastness of nothing! As spewn as our eyes, by its boundless will reformed, our inners are malformed as we curse his from within. the same balance binds us all, adrift upon his palms where we drink. Seeking the absence, searching the source, eluding the self, and finding oceans. A Sparrow sits, impartial, plotting the courses of whole universes at once! wherein concealed we grow... At once the stench, seemingly bitter, becomes our own dependency. That which shall, to sleep, deliver us is that same light which shall again rouse us in the morning. and once again the gander crawls.
OBLIVION: Absolute bliss or pain is the absence of all feeling. forged for our minds to feel secured. through senses conceived is it possible to look with fear, shame, and pitty upon what we've become? a foot's fall, soundless, imprinted, inert...circles of the unabated serpent's dance...which you are. which you are until we're the purpose again. reflections of our world all subject to the same influence....mensural and specular. Flayed by the pawns of a mindless wandering and glimpses of eternal unconsciousness.
FOR THE REST OF THE FIRE: For prevailance in death we rest our hope. the procuring of life is the hindrance of another. with skin, and fur, and blood, we'll keep ourselves alive until from us it's plucked for a fragment of our warmth. Pestilence upon our stock. Drought amongst our fields. preserved through years. Unescapable...unescapable. The fire is burning for all of our hands to feel. . . . As teeth clutch at our throat, trial of fate, we quiver. Pulsate to discover on which side balance lay... even they, the sun's light, to survive must steal....As your body dies, the immortals violate your soul to sustain their own. There will be no peace waiting for you here. One can not fully understand these minds. But do not fall pray to their illusions. For they are fated along side us, burning, in this artificial hell.
MEMORIES OF THE LEECH: Remnants linger here, within it's breath, gently falling. the snow upon my gaze. here the crops grow to abate the others. Save this corpse. forgive this thirst. i fear you will shun my arrival. shameless abuse your weakness does not belong. solely the strong. The cattle flees from smirking vengeance embalmed. body is plunged, drenched within, tongued by life eternal. at once i no longer pine. i've become god as his....his will is mine. Shameless abuse. your weakness does not belong here....solely the strong. Damned, his struggle, your blessed torment.....yet i must never wake lest the earth gape at it's mouth...mascerates his pale and wrinkled flesh.
AMBIANCE OF IGNORANCE: Its said with patience comes the last laughs. did you ever exist? was it just my pining for the presence of self? even now do we exist? the collection of my fear. the premenision of my choice. the dissonance of my will becomes Harmonic thought.---- with the savage he eyes the path...leaps forth. falls short. fades. sunken cave. shower of daggers. impaled through catacombs. stalagmite greetings.... graveyard bones. a casket stirs....muffled screams. Vision blurred...bitter mercy. collection of my fear. preminission of my choice. the dissonance of my will becomes harmonic thought. madness.... loathing.... genius. finger nails prick into my skin....pull.....Cavern waters shallow. still swallowed up. submerged. exiled. laughter....laughter.