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Serial Killer (Prelude)
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This garden leads to forking paths
Where each mistake will take you back.
The signs ahead are overgrown
Which way to turn? The path unknown.
Though man he plans and God he laughs
A choice is made, can’t take it back.
The signs ahead are overgrown
This forking path won’t take you home.
If I should choose this path today, is my fortune told?
Do other futures still exist for paths as yet unknown?
Time winds on, life’s a garden of forking paths,
Life goes on, choose your future the past is gone.
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The Final Journey
03:09
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The journey through darkness is long,
But the truth in his heart keeps him strong.
The wound in his side, crimson stains on his heart,
His sword broken now, the battle lost from the start.
The road now before him winds on,
He remembers a long forgotten song.
The song that he sings is a tear from his soul,
A sadness fills him now as the memory grows.
The war of the roses rages on,
But for him the time to pass has come.
The land of the dead the lonesome purge of his sins,
He rides through the night the final journey begins.
To the island and valley of Avelion,
Where the rain never falls
and the sun softly cries to the sea.
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Serial Killer
10:52
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Part 1, Afternoon
I steal perfect dreams from you,
Blood on my hands, silent wake for a fool.
Morning comes, darkness fades into light.
A solemn prayer to the dreams of the night.
The look in your eyes, dark and void of the light.
The knife in my hand as I wait for the night.
Part 2, On the Run
We got the call at midnight.
The crime scene looked like something
out of a horror movie.
The killing had been vicious and cruel,
But he’d gotten careless this time.
We were getting closer.
Part 3, Evening
My soul condemned by the touch of your grave,
But time wears me down, it’s the fear that I crave.
The look in your eyes, dark and void of the light,
The knife in my hand as I welcome the night.
I walk down empty stairs in the dark,
Waiting alone, silent prayer in my heart.
I hear them now, laughter echoes down below,
As they walk towards the door,
I can feel excitement grow.
I look down at the knife in my hand.
I feel the need, I see the fear inside them now.
I look in her eyes, dark and void of the light,
There’s blood on my hands as I
Slip back into the night.
Part 4, Morning
The light of the day, the city alive,
But the hunger inside he knows will survive.
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Poison
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If I can see the sparkle in her eyes.
It can only mean I’m free of your poison.
If I can put the stars back in the sky,
It can only mean I’m free of your lies.
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Delusional Psychosis
07:31
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I see the beast in you, I know you see it too.
From the depths of myopic waste,
Comes a hint of your pious fate.
Scream, dream through this psychotic veil,
Eyes shut when these delusions fail.
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The Twilight Zone
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On a long winters evening,
Between the moonlight and the stars,
There's a place where only I can go.
A place in my mind that darkness shares with the light,
And a dream is the mirror to my soul.
I dream of riding shotgun to the stars,
On the wings of a song that no one knows.
I dream of walking barefoot in the sand,
And the times, the times I spent with you.
A quiet acceptance of what’s out of my hands,
Is a road that I must travel on,
But when the darkness comes,
And the daytime slips away,
My mind is in the Twilight Zone.
I dream of riding shotgun to the stars,
On the wings of a song that no one knows.
I dream of walking barefoot in the sand,
And the times, the times I spent with you.
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Faulty Vision
05:46
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Believe in your dreams,
It’s the Soma that strengthens your soul.
Dream to believe, make it real,
Make the memory hold.
Deep within the ancient past,
A consciousness unfolds.
A universal memory, Dreamtigers roam.
You see what you believe,
It’s a sober excuse for a lie.
What’s real is what you feel,
In the end, all that’s left when you die.
I once had a vision, and then I couldn’t see,
Then one day my vision,
Came crashing down on me.
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Midnight
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There are two kinds of truth in this world.
The truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart.
The first of these is science and the second is pure art.
She was an artist.
Raymond Chandler
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