Tears Seven Times - A Return To Melancholy
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Every sigh heaved a ton heavier
As that familiar state settled in
Because when someone stands on your chest
Breathing in is only half the function
The walls begun to close in
The melancholy assumed its form
From there a revolution took root inside me
And spurned my nerves to fail
Cornered Again
Halted Process
By A Sense Of
Gravity Unknown To The Ocean’s Boundless Fathoms
One foot after the other
As I try to collect myself
Faced with the reality
I was choking on my own vanity
Nobody seeks the truth
When the end result is worse than fiction
The proverbial Pandora’s box was opened
On morbid curiosity
Tracing all over the words I was not meant to know
“A tragedy far too great in ink might be your own”
Retaliation against her “betrayal”
Was nothing but a poor excuse
I was too afraid to take my place as the letter’s subject
I’ll never know how long she waited to
Pool our hearts and bleed together
I threw away the one chance I had left for my own redemption
“Why? This is no fault of mine”
But turning around makes it clear
You cannot point the finger at that which is not there
Leaving one choice
Break all the mirrors!
My despair gives way to hate
Like a thorn in my side
It never stops
What have I done?
(What have you done?)
I don’t know how much more I can take
On paper skin
Crimson spills
The mirror’s glass splintered into shards
I would hate the water for it reflects my face
Boarding up the windows
This is not enough
Soon the farce
Will end itself
You’ll be shoulder to floor
As Porphyria Once Went
Regret
Sadness
Bathed within her ashes
Hatred
Malice
Bathed in her scorching ashes
I check my sides
Caught off by the witch’s laughter
I hear the voice... of Morgana
Her words rang inside in lyrical lightweight tones
In my head where thoughts are at war she turns to make her home
She fed on my vitality much like carrion birds
Feeding on the weakened
Goading me to shed my mortal coil
“Oh, son, I know it well
Your ambition has given me strength and created your own hell”
Desperate to make it end
I scream into the sky (I am so lost)
I made a promise to see it through
And this cannot last
Resolving to leave the damage done
Tomorrow I will be gone
Every sigh heaved a ton heavier
As that familiar state settled in
Because when someone stands on your chest
Breathing in is only half the function
The walls begun to close in
The melancholy assumed its form
From there a revolution took root inside me
And spurned my nerves to fail
Cornered Again
Halted Process
By A Sense Of
Gravity Unknown To The Ocean’s Boundless Fathoms
One foot after the other
As I try to collect myself
Faced with the reality
I was choking on my own vanity
Nobody seeks the truth
When the end result is worse than fiction
The proverbial Pandora’s box was opened
On morbid curiosity
Tracing all over the words I was not meant to know
“A tragedy far too great in ink might be your own”
Retaliation against her “betrayal”
Was nothing but a poor excuse
I was too afraid to take my place as the letter’s subject
I’ll never know how long she waited to
Pool our hearts and bleed together
I threw away the one chance I had left for my own redemption
“Why? This is no fault of mine”
But turning around makes it clear
You cannot point the finger at that which is not there
Leaving one choice
Break all the mirrors!
My despair gives way to hate
Like a thorn in my side
It never stops
What have I done?
(What have you done?)
I don’t know how much more I can take
On paper skin
Crimson spills
The mirror’s glass splintered into shards
I would hate the water for it reflects my face
Boarding up the windows
This is not enough
Soon the farce
Will end itself
You’ll be shoulder to floor
As Porphyria Once Went
Regret
Sadness
Bathed within her ashes
Hatred
Malice
Bathed in her scorching ashes
I check my sides
Caught off by the witch’s laughter
I hear the voice... of Morgana
Her words rang inside in lyrical lightweight tones
In my head where thoughts are at war she turns to make her home
She fed on my vitality much like carrion birds
Feeding on the weakened
Goading me to shed my mortal coil
“Oh, son, I know it well
Your ambition has given me strength and created your own hell”
Desperate to make it end
I scream into the sky (I am so lost)
I made a promise to see it through
And this cannot last
Resolving to leave the damage done
Tomorrow I will be gone
