Narcissistic Funeral
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โฑ๏ธ 13:33 duration
๐ ID: 13110988
๐ Lyrics
Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
With its dead promises, nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch
In the strange hours I dream of evenings under moonrise and of fashioned ideals
Before they could turn and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers
Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view
The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail tomorrows empty heaven
The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
And the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips
There is something painful in the first spring bud of life
It tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness
That riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard
To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created
Or to turn and gaze at the clouds?
It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in a distant memory
That only seem to trespass when the night is clear
The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
Of a narcissistic funeral
That injure my dreams
Narcissistic dreams
The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair
And the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres
The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye
But eventually overwhelms to send us cowering
With its dead promises, nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch
In the strange hours I dream of evenings under moonrise and of fashioned ideals
Before they could turn and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers
Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view
The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail tomorrows empty heaven
The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
And the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips
There is something painful in the first spring bud of life
It tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness
That riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard
To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created
Or to turn and gaze at the clouds?
It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in a distant memory
That only seem to trespass when the night is clear
The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
Of a narcissistic funeral
That injure my dreams
Narcissistic dreams
The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair
And the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres
The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye
But eventually overwhelms to send us cowering
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.35] Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
[00:44.18] With its dead promises, nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch
[01:15.09] In the strange hours I dream of evenings under moonrise and of fashioned ideals
[01:35.05] Before they could turn and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers
[01:56.74] Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view
[02:06.80]
[03:42.14] The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail tomorrows empty heaven
[04:17.44] The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
[04:30.24] And the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips
[04:47.51]
[06:01.28] There is something painful in the first spring bud of life
[06:19.14] It tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness
[06:36.91] That riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard
[06:54.45]
[07:13.57] To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created
[07:26.02] Or to turn and gaze at the clouds?
[07:35.32] It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in a distant memory
[07:53.54] That only seem to trespass when the night is clear
[08:07.78]
[08:46.87] The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
[08:56.58] Of a narcissistic funeral
[09:05.99] That injure my dreams
[09:15.88] Narcissistic dreams
[09:23.39]
[11:04.42] The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair
[11:15.32] And the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres
[11:26.98] The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye
[11:39.68] But eventually overwhelms to send us cowering
[11:53.40]
[00:44.18] With its dead promises, nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch
[01:15.09] In the strange hours I dream of evenings under moonrise and of fashioned ideals
[01:35.05] Before they could turn and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers
[01:56.74] Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view
[02:06.80]
[03:42.14] The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail tomorrows empty heaven
[04:17.44] The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
[04:30.24] And the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips
[04:47.51]
[06:01.28] There is something painful in the first spring bud of life
[06:19.14] It tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness
[06:36.91] That riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard
[06:54.45]
[07:13.57] To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created
[07:26.02] Or to turn and gaze at the clouds?
[07:35.32] It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in a distant memory
[07:53.54] That only seem to trespass when the night is clear
[08:07.78]
[08:46.87] The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
[08:56.58] Of a narcissistic funeral
[09:05.99] That injure my dreams
[09:15.88] Narcissistic dreams
[09:23.39]
[11:04.42] The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair
[11:15.32] And the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres
[11:26.98] The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye
[11:39.68] But eventually overwhelms to send us cowering
[11:53.40]