Songs 5-8
Death of Seasons
The Great Disappointment
Paper Airplanes (makeshift wings)
go back with this link
Of late it's harder just to go outside, to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive. Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay. Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off. I watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying. I fell the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry. Out there so quickly grows malignat tribes. Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized. Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. All of thes hatred is scuking real. Turn it on. It won't be all right despite what they say. Just watch the stars tonight as the disappear, disintegrate. And I disintregrate 'cause this hate is scuking real. and I hope to shade the world as the stars go out and I disintregrate.
I can remember a place I used to go. Chrsanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful. I can remember. I searched for the amaranth. I'd shut my eyes to see. Oh, how I smiled them, so near the cherished ones. I knew they would appear... saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I'd make a wish and bleed. While I waited I was wasting away. I can remember...dreamt them so vividly, soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me. I can remember when I first relized dreams were the only place to see them. While I waited I was wasting away. Hope was wasting away. faith was wasting away. I was wasting away. I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe, but from the start I'd been deceived. I never, never wanted this. Inside a crumbling effigy, so dies all innocence. but you promised me...
raise high monolithic statues so fragile. as tey fall, I am ever entralled. Gaze, lie and smirk in time. Your arogance will suit you well 'til fashion is dispelled. As waves of plastic fame go out of fashion, you're going out forever unknown. These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smile because you're dying to become forever unknown. From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I will remain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn. Without habitation. You'll never find a soul inside, no life, but nothing's died.o lights, but quitethe show (just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomime.) Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing on your grave. I'll see you all falling. Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing in your dust. I'll see you falling. I'd stop it, had you a heart.
