Subtitles by Cursed Creator
Icicles of a medial at unease
Please just pull me together and repair me
Old thoughts floating above a new horizon
Something I'll never doubt; I know I'm rotten
Attuned inside, alluded, denied
I feel my breath pressed into contact
Undo the seal, the vague and unreal
I shouldn't pry, a child sighs and hides away
Breaking, snapping fingers
Cracking visions
Right behind my 700th eye
Are you alright?
Frigid, interlocking
Wooden men are watching
Filling me with polar fear
As it appears
Visions intangible
Though small, they echo through the night
Memories I've felt before
Again and again, ghosts blind my sight
Hold my hand even if I cry
I need to feel like I'm human through you
Hold on tight till the tears run dry
The things I see are a dread to undo
Don't go, I feel too wrong
(The eyes of maggots)
(gazing through to my soul)
(I left so long ago)
Uncanny all along
(Behind me are the tears I couldn't control)
Attuned inside with context applied
I feel this time, I shouldn't say it
Self-spinning lies, unconscious surmise
I shouldn't pry, a child hides away and cries
Heaven's melancholy
Higher voices calling
Through my 700th eye
But I'm alright
Frostbite doesn't hurt me
Aptly negating my mortality
It's hard, but I'm alright
Enabled thoughts, are they real or not?
A story sold but never gone cold
The cited truth, malleable youth
Although I know emotions tell it all
All this time, I've waited
My death was recreated
So this would last forever
Accepting agony
Cruel indifference, lonely sufferance
Returning to a time when I was still alive
(Backed against a wall) (Should I then believe my dealings?) All this time, I've felt like my time to go would arrive
(Spit it out, forget my feelings) That it can't last forever; I've been decaying
(Backed against a wall) (Should I then believe my dealings?) God's deliverance, bygone innocence
(Hear me out, they're only feelings) These credences I've always feared were never even-
Go away, even if I cry
The burning shadows of human hands are
Far too much for a single life
The things I see are a dread I must withstand
Through sobs, "I feel too wrong"
(The eyes of maggots gazing through to my soul) Through sobs, "I feel too wrong"
(The eyes of maggots gazing through to my soul)
(Cotard and I alone)
Uncanny all along
(In a paranoid and barren funeral home) Uncanny all along
(In a paranoid and barren funeral home)
The eyes of maggots gazing through to my soul
In a paranoid and barren funeral home
(Uncanny all along)