The Trauma Coil-Faith And The Muse
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The Trauma Coil - Faith And The Muse (理智与缪斯)
Another night
Down on the
Catherine wheel
Drawn into a corner
A symphony
Of resounding shrieks
In my head
I court a sure
Sudden death
But give
No quarter
A paper soul
Tears the heart
From the mind
Searing is the morning
A tenement of lights
Lost inside the attic
On the floor again
With a head full of rain
Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles
Bleeding in a stairwell
Fever staggered steps
And a mouth so dry
Three liquid words
Collapse
Blind and chasing sirens
Five years of night time
And a heart made of tin
Allow your sympathies
The length of a table
I recognize no brother
Lash
Out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes
As my knowledge
Does the knowing
Split my being
From past days
In decision
In departing
In the severance of old ways
With precision
In my silence
I perceive the bitter still
Imposition
These young calling
Withered kisses or the kill
Together we stand
We stand
We stand
So still
Another night
Down on the
Catherine wheel
Drawn into a corner
Drawn into a corner
A symphony
Of resounding shrieks
In my head
I court a sure
Sudden death
But give
No quarter
Give no quarter
A paper soul
Tears the heart
From the mind
Searing is the morning
A tenement of lights
Lost inside the attic
Lost inside the attic
On the floor again
With a head full of rain
Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles
Bleeding in a stairwell
Bleeding in a stairwell
Fever staggered steps
And a mouth so dry
Three liquid words
Collapse
Blind and chasing sirens
Blind and chasing sirens
Five years of night time
And a heart made of tin
Allow your sympathies
The length of a table
I recognize no brother
Recognize no brother
Lash
Out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes
Indifference
Hollow laughter
Bathes the walls
Of this lost home
So futile
All attempts
Affectations long to roam
Ever spinning
Vile actress
Answered blindly
To the call
The price child
Yet again we sit
And watch our private rome fall
I am not well
Not well
At all
