Энциклопедия

\"Strength through Wounding\"

Through our bleeding, we are one.
Through the darkness breaks the light.
Through the light unending pain.
Deify the wretched ones till the darkness comes again.


\"Porphyria Cutanea Tarda\"

I know... It\'s here we retreat, for where else could we go?
To great disbelief there is somewhere we belong.
In negative space supposed flaws go unseen, but our strength is shown.
In darkness together we\'re bringing the light. In darkness together we are forming.
The fire tomorrow is born of the night, in darkness together we ignite.
From all we\'ve been shunned but we found a new home.
To great discontent it is greatness that we own.
In luminous eyes, reflections of fear absolute...
All hate what we\'ve become. In darkness together we\'re bringing the light.
In darkness together we are forming. The fire tomorrow is born of the night, in darkness together we ignite.
Through our will we bring fear. Left to burn beneath the sun.
We are one. When daylight forms blinding walls where do we go?
Days arid are scorching all. When daylight forms blinding, binding walls where do we go?
The darkness calls.


\"Exsanguination\"

Welcome the whole new pain and take comfort in what you\'ve become.
I waved as I passed myself along the way.
I have arrived so unashamed but my reflection no longer seems the same.
It seems much dimmer now... it seems so dim. Just stumble and fall into a world that\'s over crowded.
And you will find me. Won\'t recognize me; and I won\'t recognize myself.
I\'ve arrived so unashamed, but all my senses no longer seem the same.
I can sense everything. My sight\'s so clear.
In an instant, my life just slipped away, I fought for life, the whole time you were holding me down.
You watched me dying. Holding me down, you brought my rebirth.


\"Malleus Maleficarum\"

Open my eyes as I submerge and I won\'t deny what I\'ve been since birth.
I\'ll die drowned by your standards.
Breathe in the life of the summer’s death as the orange and red breathe their first breath,
So welcome as they\'re burning through. We all begin to burn.
Autumn\'s flame dances in my eyes set alight for all we\'ve learned.
My ashes falling. My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I\'ll wear my scars.
I\'m honored by your hatred. Leaves fall we arise again, and the end impending, it will begin.
So welcome as it\'s burning through. Ashes fall and I\'m rising up again.
Ashes fall. Ashes fall. Ashes fall as we all arise.


\"Narrative of Soul against Soul\"

[To the wounded:]
I have seen the self image they\'ve forced you to reduce to shattered glass,
With the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges.
But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition.
No fear of death but with fear of life, your weakness kills everyone.
So live. Angels for everyone. For no lack of searching I can\'t seem to find one.
Angels in everyone. What of all their promises? Can\'t seem to find much more than lies.
Angels in anyone. A permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Before I\'d lay me down to rest, I\'d throw away everything to live.


\"Clove Smoke Catharsis\"

Lean against the night and laugh as I try to scale the walls.
Ignored futility fills the air. You\'re only there to watch me fall...
If only pure sweetness was offered, why\'s this bitter taste left in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath just to exhale, I\'d know that I held it in to long...
From above comes a faint smile, a new vantage such a view. Familiarity know disowned.
Just sit and stare as I walk away.


\"The Prayer Position\"

Now! Peel the skin back from the flesh. Steal the flesh back from the starving static minds.
From nature we must stray, to clarity we\'ll climb.
Deadly impulse seems so natural, just look beyond it and we\'ll find a brand new evolution.
Here begins a brand new line. And in the distance there\'s a gathering that no longer seems so far away.
Pushed to our knees so let us pray, and all together we\'ll bring the real rain.
Watch all that\'s wasted wash away, so let it come. Our will be done.
Stature retrieved, regain our form. Break free from instinct that\'s left us all confined.
From nature we must stray to clarity we\'ll climb. Tradition ingrained, now impermissible.
Now comes a call for all to find a brand new evolution. Here begins a brand new line.
I can\'t help but fear, look to my species and tremble, to think that God is just...
And in the distance there\'s a gathering that no longer seems so far away.

\"No Poetic Device\"

I\'ve been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who\'d believe that it was all my own decision?
Cracked faces and medicated smiles.
Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in.
For every needle open my chest and insert ten pins.
I just anticipate what awaits when I awake... break.
I die in my daydreams.
The gardens have all been overgrown.
I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose.
A deadly secret only I suffer to know.
I can\'t eradicate what awaits when I awake... break.
I die in my day dreams.


\"The Last Kiss\"

Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you\'ll see.
All by myself, I\'m alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink; I can\'t stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You\'ll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you\'ll want to know.
I can\'t stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I\'m on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It\'s all for you.
Do you like what I\'m becoming? Cut myself today. It\'s all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes. Seems I\'ve landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can\'t stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.


\"Weathered Tome\"

They\'re coming \'round again. I\'ve returned and they\'ve been waiting.
Their aged offererings received and returned, passed through wet eyes.
I tremble as I feel them rolling in for, my sins, the old ghosts know.
So chilling as I feel them mourn within my soul. As the mourning grows.
Unfold before me. Turn back the page again.
Twenty four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending.
Shadows of glory shading my heart again.
Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows I\'m coming \'round again.
I\'ve returned and no one\'s waiting.
I strain my eyes to see but it\'s so hard to read the old tags on the fallen walls.


\"At A Glance\"

No haven now as I watch it pours from everywhere.
Just like the storm that has come out of thin air.
Gentle caresses, just as paper thin -frail and only- lack the strength to hold.
What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours,
Or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me?
Fall into open arms that offer their protection.
Quick to deny that their open to deceit.
Long to believe that support will never cease. Bitter and lonely, those they\'ve left before.
The vibrant heart so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold.
Just a glance for they don\'t care to see what becomes of me.


\"God Called In Sick Today\"

Let\'s admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree.
I\'m caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing.
Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I can\'t help my laughter as she cries.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
Let\'s amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, I\'ll let animosity unwind.
Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. I\'ll still feel the violence of the lines.
I can\'t stand my laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.
And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.