The 3rd and the Mortal
Project Bluebook: Decade of Endeavour
1. Drone
Changing in time
The end of our world.
Breaking their moloch,
This brand new world.
Dragging divine.
I'm where is this,
When is said.
Some say it just
Starts to live that day.
Send forth by divine
And wait fo them.
Send forth by divine
And wait fo them.
Not knowing when dawn will come,
I open every door.
I had to feed this like a bird,
All below us like a shore.
Changing in time
The end of our world.
Breaking their moloch,
This brand new world.
Dragging divine.
I'm where is this,
When is said.
Some say it just
Starts to live that day.
Send forth by divine
And wait fo them.
Send forth by divine
And wait fo them.
Not knowing when dawn will come,
I open every door.
I had to feed this like a bird,
All below us like a shore.
Changing in time
The end of our world.
Breaking their moloch,
This brand new world.
Dragging divine.
Not knowing that the dawn will come tomorrow
I open every door to see the shore.
And does it feed this like a bird, I know,
I know.
2. Chain
Behold the dream that makes you forget
That a time passes by.
Tried to call,
But the eyes, they pray, pray for them.
Oh man, confess your sins and sorrows.
It's been years since last time you eased the pain.
Loose those ropes and chains that hold you in silence,
Break that wall of denial, that shadows, your shadow.
Seems like the streets await for them,
Loathing you and praying for them.
Seems like the streets await for them,
Loathing.
Regretting the grief I caused and victims,
Trying hard to make up and please them.
The days will come back and they forgive me the sinning,
Building walls of denial, that shadow, my shadow.
Behold the dream that makes you forget
That a time passes by.
Trying to call,
But the eyes are praying; pray for them.
Seems like the streets await for them,
Loathing you and praying for them.
Seems like the streets await for them,
Loathing.
3. Stalker
4. The City
5. Sort of Invisible
Good evening, Mr. Thompson,
You're here now.
How do you do?
Good evening, Mrs. Thompson,
You're beautiful.
How do you do your hair?
Yes, I recognized you in the crowd,
Even though you are
More or less invisible.
Oh yes, I am so satisfied,
Yes, I am so satisfied.
Oh yes, I am so satisfied.
Oh yes, I am so satisfied,
Yes, I am so satisfied,
Yes, I am so satisfied.
Yes, I am so satisfied,
Oh yes, I am so satisfied.
Yes, I am so satisfied,
Yes, I am so satisfied,
Yes, I am so satisfied,
Yes, I am so satisfied.
Satisfied... so satistied...
Yes, I am so satisfied.
6. Autophomea / Improv
I... I walk...
I walk alone,
Not because I'm lost
But because I want to.
They... they call...
They call my name,
They believe I'm scared,
They believe that I am scared,
But the Death is my friend.
I do not stand for all I say:
Do I meet resistance I turn away,
Close my eyes afraid to stay.
Ooh, but honesty is my plead,
Truth stands further in the need:
For my honour I might bleed.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
We were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
In the beginning of love we were seampler
And the sleep of us all makes you cry.
7. Simple Man
This gap within your mouth,
A love I bear throught the mist.
A lonely, endless street:
Don't walk with whining daisies.
Tied away in the in the room, all alone.
We are gliding into infinity.
When the days came silently,
Oh, it seemed then our chance.
Beating wave, and the sounds so cooling.
We are gliding into infinity.
"Lonelyness", she says, "is in all I know, all is lonely".
You think I must go with fire,
And I'll not go astray at all.
Tied away in the river, all alone.
We are gliding into infinity.
Simple men breathe, cooling.
In the rythmn, time swings.
We are gliding into infinity.
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