Tetrivox #1

Tetrivox #1

Here is another I recorded slightly after Midnight Can't Decide. Slowly improving. More to come.

LYRICS:

Smolder the pyres. Run to the sound of the choir.

They came and I've got no hope that I won't end up in the fire.

It does not come easy to me. It' a bad habit I made in my dreams.

Fear, it's what keeps me asleep.

Long grass, long hair sharp like glass, blank stares.

Throw a quarter in and ride around the block, then when the weather comes see how it fairs.

My image is cropped. Space time feels like it has stopped.

This unforgiving clock. Get off that broomstick and walk.

Sharp glass, blank stares. Love, I had it all but who cares?

This pyramid, this day job, this unrelenting scare.

You can have it all if you dare but I know better. Be wary of what lives there.

Don't wait up, can't wake up. (must not wake)

Punchline came in at quarter past ten, the drum line has already began.

Exercise your master plan, my head feels huge, goddamn.

This splitting headache it wont subside.

My skin would grow back but the levy is dry.

The skies grew dark and opened up wide. Yeah they opened up wide.

Sharp glass, blank minds. This world's not yours it's mine.

I've lived here since time stopped. I've been behind venetian blinds.

Now blind I finally see that there was nothing that came before me.

Awake I had been, but before that for 1000 years:

I was asleep

Game over, throw a quarter in.

Awake from sleep, let the world begin.

Cold draft enters and I feel those needles on my skin.

Pull the safety pin and this whole room it starts to spin.

Spine graft, anemia, and a lonely violin.

The nurse she smiles at me, I smile back and she can see,

That The Three have entered my mind and soon she turns her back to flee.

Black demons from Black Seas, the Great Black Galaxies...

Nothing will ever end.

Never that chance to regret this never ending threat.

Death casts it's dark net and collects all of our debts

Black demons from Black Seas, the Great Black Galaxies

Nothing will ever end (must not wake)

Smolder the pyres. Run to the sound of the choir.

They came and I've got no hope that I won't end up in the fire.

It does not come easy to me, it' a bad habit I made in my dreams.

Fear, it keeps me asleep.