Minsk

If only lives could paint themselves. The winding roads would not lie. Empty spaces could coexist with empty faces to experience the invigoration of going nowhere at the speed of light. Time's eye left in the sun to blind. Tonight we shall forget the

Life ends as leaves fall. Occam's razor strikes again. Can I dance if I have no soul? If I go under will you find me cold? And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand? Blessed realization. Blessed consternation. Suffer

Three hours. Time devours life's foundation. Familiarity He has known this fate before. Doomed to repeats the denial of this historical lust of disaster. A theoretical dream. It all returns to stab and pierce again. 专辑:Out of a Center which is neithe

In my darkest hour my blood runs free I've come to lie on the fire I've come to stare at the sun Where two bleed as one Is it time the sun arrived to burn away the numb In the flesh denying the eyes of time Make me nourishment for the blazing flame M

Falling for feeling. Time stops our hearts again. Visceral emanations break bread with remember, whens and has-beens. The nows and the laters wage war on the forevers. Gladly bound to an infinite end. Now corridors echo with these tongue twisting oat

The voice cannot carry The tongue and the lips that give it wings For even as love crowns you So shall it crucify you Descend to your roots And shake them from their clinging to the earth We shall be together When the white wings of death Scatter our

I won't take this chord from round my throat, and I can't promise you won't find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. And they're calling to us even now. I will make no sacred vow. A kiss has seal these lips tonight, But in this nig

Enticed by the myriad multiplicity Entombed by our own disguise We will dive into vast unknowns An ember remains to unearth a hope The undercurrent rises from the fading coals Blown tethered cross the plain far from sanctuary's gaze In search of what

Through the waxing through the waning. Amidst blackness a spark emerged. And we heaved death's branches upon the skyward flames. A haunting memory left as bile on the sand. Feeding this fire on shores of desire this blissful painful night. Winter's f