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The Queen of Paradise
04:39
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This is not the Singularity
This is not the CODA
This is not the point of no return
But this is the only point that matters.
Standing there, radiant,
The muse of this creation;
The head of this place.
Casting a light, the fire of sin.
Between a beach, a noose, and a precipice .
Take me within.
Listen for my song,
I can take you home,
Free from the monochrome.
Take your hold on me,
Source of your dreams and
The tears in the seams
are stories to be seen.
A vision and sound.
[so give me leeway to grieve]
A symphony to lose,
A sympathy to lose.
With a word, a rite, a passage.
The speech of fire to hail for her.
To the city, the city of Fate, the skyline of hope
Hanging with gardens, a signal fire stoked.
An Eden of peace in sight of a shore.
I see her.
I see through her.
(A path as dark as a poem’s deathly tone)
In sight of a shore
I see her
I see through her.
'Go home,' she screamed,
I'm not an opus of peace.
Why don't you just fucking leave?
Just give me leeway to grieve.
Why don't you just fucking leave?
An Eden of peace, in sight of the shore,
Yet this is how the melody’s scored.
‘Go home,’ she screamed,
'Or bring me hope to pretend,
You gave me leeway to grieve.'
She’s standing there,
Radiant.
At the walls of Arcadia
My sympathies,
Are stories to be seen.
A vision and sound,
[I'm not an opus of peace]
A symphony to lose.
(so give me leeway to grieve)
A sympathy to lose.
Standing there, radiant,
Muse of this creation;
Head of this place.
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Lead them through, take the reins,
Give them what they want.
A greed of possession:
The puppeteer, that's pulling the string.
Gather around as the tyrant sings.
A whisper from afar,
The queen on a string.
The mouthpiece of sin,
The dream of the lost host.
A plot on the rise,
Let the vision supersede.
The story will unfold in all its shame.
Whether its been told or not.
The prisoner and captor are one in the same.
If you had a chance to save her,
Would you be there in time?
And I should have known, I should have known
The rise of a shadow, the fall of the siren,
The typical story.
Bring yourself through the void
From the sound of the carillon tune.
Stricken with fear, the tide has turned;
The hand has been shown.
Luring in the temporary,
And I should have known.
The Wraith and the Sojourned,
Light was never for you.
He was being cut from a different cloth.
Stricken with fear,
The crashing of the beach,
The box in the sand, the constance of a shadow,
A father’s speech.
If you had a chance to save her,
Would you be there in time?
And I should have known, I should have known
Rise of a shadow,
The fall of the siren,
The typical story.
Bring yourself through the void
From the sound of the carillon.
The tune I hear, has been stricken with fear
The box in the sand.
And I should have known
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The Lord of Air
03:38
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Last night, I had a dream,
My father spoke to me,
He said “Your sullen, sickly speech,
Left impressions on the beach.”
Yet, I awoke a queen,
And he is still deceased,
But I can feel it in my bones,
And the lines I tow between.
Are getting thinner with each passing moment.
But the way they dance,
But the way they dance,
Stretching and pulling into beautiful symmetry.
Are they all coming for me?
Lord of Air, is this what you chose for me?
I fought so hard to get here,
I fought so hard to get here.
You put me in this shade,
So bring me light I can see.
I’ve been led to a maze,
I fought so hard to get in,
And I’ve been fighting for years,
I’ve been fighting for years.
The lines are getting thinner,
But the way they dance,
Last night I had a dream,
Or just a passing glance
Of being set ablaze
And now I’m dancing on a blade
But I could never walk away
A gathering coup without a king
Sincerely, Sojourner,
Your sovereign,
Yet, I could never walk away
From being set ablaze.
Lord of Air, is this what you chose for me?
I fought so hard to get here,
I fought so hard to get here.
You put me in this shade,
So bring me light I can see.
And they’re all coming for me,
They’re all coming for me
They’re all coming for me.
Because last night I had a dream.
Last night I had a dream.
My father spoke to me
Yet, I awoke a queen.
Across the line of mutiny.
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The King of Nothing
04:34
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Show up to save the day,
The bride to be,
The queen trying to flee.
The last piece of the puzzle,
To keep her from.
Brought together,
A last ditch effort to bring it to the calm.
The vision received // the storm to be.
There is something more,
There’s something more to the story.
The missing page is at the core.
The symphony’s score,the light in the shadow,
The crimson sheen that’s laid across the shore.
Curse the salt and the sand
The eclipse, the shadow on the land
Driven to fear.
Driven to the end.
The night of honor, the drought of scorn,
The prison awaits, the vision reborn.
When the weight is lifted from her shoulders,
There is something more,
There’s something more to the story.
The missing page is at the core.
The symphony’s score,the light in the shadow,
The crimson sheen that’s laid across the shore.
Curse the salt and the sand.
The eclipse, the shadow on the land.
The story starts anew, with a temporary change,
Sojourner so sojourned.
Do you believe in singularities?
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