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awaken... now
walking through the crisp night air
dead stalks brushing against our legs
we find ourselves within this enclosure
indescribable wilted expressions follow us
wherever movement disturbs this silence
the flowers nod their dying heads
the soil is dark and a hardness persists
another shovelful of earth should finish this
as we descend further down into the blood-soaked earth
there is this creeping thing within
a nefarious fog settled amongst my thoughts
the overwhelming intent of...
this... infestation...
this... infestation...
this... infestation...
and this intent... persists
i am bound to time and place
appearing according to designated cycles
and retreating again to my hidden home
life fills itself with regrets
a failing ship taking on water
drowning in regretful inaction
touching my heart
touching my soul
[laughter]
touching my heart
touching your soul
this home… surrounded by angels
but NOT… the pleasant kind
an upsetting set of tales
these whispers follow along
speaking of ill deeds and dark hearts
never meant to be - empty intentions
hidden away - suspicious glances
they grasp with failing fingers
to hold onto the remaining whisps
i never meant it like this
i never meant to lose control
and pile upon such suffering
you will never see home, again
[instrumental]