This Is Not Lucid in 1476

Songtexte This Is Not Lucid in 1476

This Is Not Lucid
This Is Not Lucid

The night is raining, full of trees
Of dead and drowning leaves
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home
Made up with floors of three
And my demon's in the distance
I am scared and so is she
I follow...
The little ones of coldest stares
With their skin ripped off in places
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape
Eyes filled with marble casings
And I feel their lonesome artist
He is near and he is pacing
His heart is hollow...

I fell into the blackest hole
Lucidity was never know
In the world of half-lit catacombs
Reverberating moonlight drones

A monitor is shining on three faces
Through the crescent glass
I've seen this older place before
And its life will never pass
I move into its half-light
And its hold is holding fast
It's awake...

Tiny, stuffy project place
The stove-light glow adorns
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black
They howl like a storm
And I see them through the screen
It is dirty, it is torn
They scream and curse and cry...
There's an Elm churchyard
I watch myself inside
We're laughing and we're talking
Of how we conduct our lives
The north's brutal daughter seduces
Raising her hips high
I open up my eyes...

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