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I can hear the footsteps coming closer.
I can feel a skeletal grip compressing on me.
It’s far too late to change the monsters we became.
I’m afraid; it’s far too late for an altercation.
These confrontations, tiring, wearing down on me.
The spiral of life, circling once again in the direction I failed to gamble on.
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Follow me, keep in my frame
Phenomenal lights refracting, reflecting
My spectrum apparent yet untraceable
Pursue me, come to me, I am deceit
I can't reappear
Taken my eyes and I still see
I wish you could take the light from me
Your aura is confronting to me
Rays of light freeze me in their warm embrace.
Paralysed by my zeal of the unobtainable.
But I found movement in eternal night,
Power in hostility, hate will carry me.
Follow me, follow me.
Keep in my frame, walk towards the horizon and the radiance I show
Pursue me, come to me, I am deceit
Be here; nowhere, I can't reappear
If I am not deceived, I'll never be free
Black to white; your air is haunting
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Ghosts possess the wilting paint of these walls.
Sacramental resonance fills the cavities of my mind with despair.
Your deceit failed to surprise.
I should have known I should have seen you for my eyes own apparition you came to be.
My own delusion, I’ve been standing behind myself for all this time.
Witnessing myself in the Devils hand, am I man or device?
All time has come and gone again, you’ve missed your chance to make amends.
Descent unto devils I truly pray you will not endure your penance.
Endure this penance.
I see my enemy, in shattered glass, stare right back at me.
I see my enemy, eyes covered in shadow, identity hidden from me.
Oh God, I haven’t followed your rules. Oh Lord, please don’t let it be true.
Oh Fallen Angel, we create our hell like a tomb. Oh Devil, I gave the key right to you.
My dear nemesis, I’ve broken you down to no more than shards.
Turning mirrors to fragments to turn you to echoes. Turning mirrors to fragments to turn you away.
Faith, I have, that you’ll fade away.
Deluded as you were you destroyed it all. I dictate you deserve all manner of disfigurement that these devils can dispense to this sin-filled soul.
The mask slips, could this be real? The mask slips and I find myself behind the draw.
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I am apathy. Ever so existential.
I don’t care for love. I don’t care for life.
I am; faceless, two-dimensional, emotionless, pathetic.
Down on Earth all I feel is the distance between my feet and the dirt.
Hope is all I have. Perseverance is all that exists.
In the dirt and far from deceased, the seed of life matures yet awaits cultivation.
No sign of development have I found. Confining fields flourish as I perish.
I perish.
My heart is dead.
Man-made machines pumping blood through these veins, I am powerless.
Preying on my carelessness. My mind is dead.
I am yours, for nothing is mine. I will belong to this forever.
I am yours, I am not mine, forever, forever.
Dreams collapse. My purpose ends as nothing begins.
To die without inception.
Oil and water, darkness and light.
Purpose slips further into oblivion.
Objects I focus on, far from vivid. My pulse becomes harder to detect.
The eternal semi-conscious state bids no means to end.
The light centered, my path branches away.
Halted by ignorance, eroding from incomprehension.
I create your periphery; I am the border’s line.
I create your periphery; [I am] the occulting body.
Eyes upon me that cannot see, cannot focus.
Look away, look away.
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Pursue me, come to me, I am deceit
I can't reappear
Taken my eyes and I still see
I wish you could take this from me
Your aura is confronting to me
If I am not deceived, I'll never be free
Black to white; your air is haunting
Pursue me, come to me, I am deceit
Be here; nowhere, I can't reappear
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Two songs by each writer, one short and one long. Demo 2015 intends to cover Sans Eyes’ sound with a different intention each track.
released February 17, 2015
Music by Reece Dargie & Erin Chester-Master