Offerings Lyrics
He is not
Whom they know he is
The emperor
Of masochistic ambiguities
A dream and a wall
That made the future fall
I never knew how
Be the kid that saw the world unfold
I never knew why
Be the one who had to be born
A gentle leaf that felt the wind
The juggler clown howling within
Juggling piercing arrows
Bound to rebound into own skin
I never knew how
Be the kid that saw the world unfold
I never knew why
Be the one who had to be born
I never knew how
Be the building block to an ingrate gen
I never knew why
Be the one to pound on the essence of being
Peacefully
Leave me alone
I notice the way I am
I point my own finger at me
O’fallen hero of worlds of thought
This is my confession
This is how it ends
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Offerings
You didn’t lose
Life over time
Hybrid emblems
Of the zodiac
Syllables and numbers
Ranked
To discover
Life
Self
The becoming
But you have been
In captivity
Weighing with sand and blood
The silent voices of death
Beyond the dance
Of the mountains
Another year Burned
The lament
The heart
The scream
Held to win over
Another day
A winter serenade
He wants what is his
What can you give
Before the silence
Enters the eye
Before the light
Paralyzes the heart
And the rust blooms
Deep into the marrow
You find Him
In happy landing places
Of the night consort
Now dug up
Almost the warmth
Of a new joy
Bitter grace
Of living without an outlet
And still you are
The prodigal
The unresting
Who listens from silence
His name
When you call the dead
And it is death
A space in the heart
Scar of an old river, you are
Streaming away from the hills you once lived
An ode to your plight is this dirge
Like her.. Forever is unknown
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Travelers
Overwhelming
The quietness that followed you
As a naked breeze flooded this room
A bitter end, binded by doom
Wept, for I knew it was long due
The end will come again, my hell
When we meet once more as distant travelers
And I gaze once more upon your glance
It’s not the first time anymore
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The Glass Mender
With my bones
And my blood
I search for you
I come
To rest
My heart onto you
With my bones and my blood
I The man
You The Light
You The Anathema
I followed my will
And I have faith
With all your lies
You seemed Divine
With you
In my arms
Now
I feel alone
Somehow
It will be like this life
The same garden
Where we will meet
Again as of old
And the flowers of our youth
Will be small and sad
And you have forgotten
How my voice was then
It will be like this life
The same room
With empty hearts
One for Another
The poor voices
The glass mender singing
The rhyme of the ones
Who never truly met
With fire in the eye
A gift I want
To bring
To you
My flesh and tears
This dying soul
Here and now
We walk
And try not to fall
Seven knives
You embraced me with
Four in the back
Three in the heart
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