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Solace
08:19
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Set fire to all you are, all you were
Burn it down
Feed the flames all your fears, desires
Acquiesce
Smoke cascades through the night
Bow your head, cast your demons aside
The wolf you once thought tame burns in a house of lies
Photographs
Memories
Sifting through ashes of the past
Finding comfort in the hope you found
Remove the haze, a life unbound
Spirits dance, revealing hidden truths
The cycle begins anew, mourning loss no more
A new day dawns, scales shed from clouded eyes
Now you see with new born sight
Bodies line the fields, wreckage of the year
Bury your regrets in the fertile soil
Inspiration grows from the mortal toil
How the spring's portents sow the winter's spoils
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Giving blood from these constricted veins
Wounds will heal, but pain remains the same
Scars trace lines of wounded history
Disconnected bio symmetry
There's no safe word in suffering, fools hang from martyr trees
There's no sainthood in servitude, rise from your broken knees
Moving faster, always towards an end
Every day more bridges to mend
Exercises in futility
Platitudes, hollow like litanies
There's no safe word in suffering, fools hang from martyr trees
There's no sainthood in servitude, rise from your broken knees
We don't break from crushing weight, we bend and we rise again
With head held high and starry eyes, we see for the first time
What are you waiting for in order to give in?
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I Am A House On Fire
02:55
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Katla
08:50
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Forged in forgotten sulphuric ages, entombed once
Hidden away in a barren waste, birth from death
Expelled into being from a glacial womb, a single ember sparked
Hopes & dreams dashed upon the rocks like an empty bottle
Tangential, but parallel, manifold versions of me
Scattered ephemera cast aside from a forlorn existence
Lost or found, it's all the same in this miasma of grief
Shouldered with the encumbering weight of the passage of time
From fathers to sons, a heavy heart is hung on the dying throes of the land
Tangential, but parallel, manifold versions of me
The crack of a gun, a march to the sea a bitterness resolved with ease
Can you suffer long enough before you suffocate from the weight of being pushed down
With ash in our lungs, we're drawn to the tides
Desire in our hearts, lust on our tongues, a thirst for the end
A mirror reflection of the best version of yourself: awake, indifferent, immutable, irrefutable
Estranged from life without connection; when the breakers call will you crawl in their direction?
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The Winds That Came
03:19
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Fallen Trees
16:21
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Branches once full, now stripped bare
Fingers outstretched reach for the divine
Alone in the amethyst dawn, the wind calls your name
Foot falls in a silent film
A colourless void envelopes me
Moonlight cascades upon a broken land
A fractured smile of palisades
Cigarette smoke on a silent porch
Pillars of ash blown away in the autumnal winds like promises of better days
Winter's teeth are red with gore
Ripples in obsidian
A fractured reflection
Pale flesh in the opaque night
Cigarette burns in a silent film
Pillars of ash blown away like promises of better days
Colour erupts from a cold dead world
Blood red moss
Tendrils search for the dawn
Birth from death, the light will find a way
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What Was Left Of Them
03:05
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