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Yellow Eyes[Night Four]Yellow eyes are seen circling A whirlwind arriving for the passing storm The hunt... the hunter inside A whirlwind arriving The wanderer wanders too far from the gold distance Where they live, where the quiet lay Their drowning heads at night Flesh drapes on the smoking ground And then spills (yellow eyes close in) Onto the teeth of the once protected Yellow, yellow, yellow Our souls grip onto a wall Our minds slip past this old soul Yellow, yellow, yellow [Morning Five] Smoke is seen in both directions My creation sits My progress awaits Smoke is seen in both directions In rubble... their creation Somewhere in the distance, somewhere The softness of snow mutes my travels Somewhere in the distance, somewhere This landscape seems to change too often for comfort A blinking light hides as I stumble downward A stillness... it's too quiet The hum of electricity My crumbling bones seem to weld the new author A stillness... it's too quiet The hum of electricity... seems to buzz The hum of electricity The hum of electricity seems to buzz Cut an X in my palm, leave my mark A translation for whatever created this world for me I sit under the crimson moon Whatever created this world for me Whatever created this world for me Yours or mine? They or this? They or this? Yellow eyes Tread light Collisions open on us more Revise The simple task of our own We serve our own hell We serve our own hell We serve our own hell A cocoon leaking Our own conclusions We serve our hell well Cope with disguise Inner working dissect Common phase neglect I am tangible Inner working dissect Common phase neglect With no logic I am tangible with no logic Change my focus, drown my spirits There's more to this than it may seem Change my focus, drown my spirits There's more to this than it may seem Blink fast into hollow ground... Blink fast into hollow ground... |