Lyrics are all finalized for our upcoming ep, "The Romance". Read them and think what you will...And, as always, we would love to hear your feedback.
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The Romance: Phase One
The Inner-Truth of Knowing
(All)
Bodies align beneath the lights.
Shining down upon the gates,
We stand filth caked
And showered with war,
Screaming,
Brothers, sisters,
This is The Romance,
This is the end of our world!
We are the gods
We are the masters, the true monsters of God!
There is hope
In the silence of all lover's lungs.
We shall continue our death march
To slash the throats of the foe
To spill the blood, drain the blood
Of this on-going crime red retribution.
For we deserve more
Than the graves
Entitled alone.
For we shall die
Screaming, I Tried!
For we shall die
Screaming,
We rise, we fight,
And
We die side by side
Of our Lover's Arms.
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The Romance: Phase Two
Azure Rays of a Nightmare
Somewhere in the mouth of yesterday
Our dreams melt as a bitter fruit.
In the cool spring mouth of last night
Harps strike, music plays.
And all alive, seemingly trapped
Behind eyes and imagination, sweat;
It's all they can do.
Unwelcomed are the notes
But still,
The unbreakable strings of harps pluck on.
The fanged teeth of pianos shine, the black lips of pure melody grin.
All have their minds
And from out the sides
Great arms of pure muscle beat down;
Down, down, up and down again,
They beat on the taught skin of pigs.
Thunder, Lightning –
Both are at war beyond the vast horizons of yesterday;
Thunder, Lightning –
Reverberating throughout the hall of last night,
They slash over and over,
From right ear to left ear
The rough throats of the foe.
Music plays as mind's arms swell;
Stronger with each pounding of the drums,
The muscles flex and sweat and taunt the dreamer.
Strings of the harps, drunk with song,
Sprout thorns for every fresh note.
Pianos bite incessantly, and the music itself
Swallows our dreams,
And the dream swallows all, drowning all;
But we will not remain
Left for dead
Within the gut of our years gone.
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The Romance: Phase Three
The Blooming
In death, the music plays.
Drums stomp out a death march for one.
Strings strangle and choke what may have once been such a beautiful dream.
The lightning,
The thunder –
Both beat down the embodied body of a nightmare.
And then,
When all feels lost, looks lost, and really is lost,
A little boy awakes to find a man.
All music is no more, or so it seems.
The world is as it is meant to be, or so it seems.
The sun hovers as its own delicate love song.
And the lavender curtains of a muslin cloud
Reveal a day for true love.
And it is true.
One man is born that day.
He rises to take a bow,
Because one man is all one man needs.
He takes a moment to tie his shoes.
The world is his again and without any music at all,
One man takes his first step. And from that step,
One man dances and dances and dances.
The Music Never really Stops…
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The Romance: Phase Four
Dear Leila: A Fairwell to Arms
Dear Leila, the romance has gone too far.
And now that I'm blind,
I am ripping out all those
Stars you stole from God.
I'm stripping your blackest cape down,
For I am the bearer of terror's crown.
Please Lover, Dear Leila,
(you must know) I'm begging to choose.
So, now,
You must just let me go.
And,
Please,
Know not to suffer. For
The sun is still kissing your spine.
But,
Know not to wait, For
I am through singing…
"Oh, distance,
Where are you now…
Oh, Flyer,
Come fly back to me…" – No, all that's over.
Spoken:
No, all that's over
All that's over…
My night's here are now unknown
And the space here is filled with just me.
Oh, Raven, the birds are all birds – And,
No, they cannot sing your songs,
But, I'm beginning to love
That I'm beginning to forget the moments we had dear.
I'm no longer waiting on and on and on and on…
But as I whisper, "I Love You,"
I do what they tell me and seal my heart now.
Dear Black Lover, it's become hard now.
Because I still believe,
Because I still feel the wind
Of your wings and your words.
So, Distance, Black Lover, Past Lover,
You must know that I'm out now,
That I'm done singing for you.
And now that we're over,
I am forever.
I am screaming for me.
I am screaming for me.