Panopticon / When Bitter Spring Sleeps
1. Panopticon - Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Grasping in the dark cold hands
The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome
The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought
They fall into dust
While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust...
Of unanswered questions and empty gestures
Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut
This living in fear
Fear of freedom
Fear of letting go... of things
The novice angel's somber strings...
Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who's overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world
There is no God in buildings
This divisive, cunning method of control
Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed
Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world
Death is my final gift
The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again...
And the world thrives
Relish the wilderness
There are no forests in your Heaven
There are no forests in your Heaven
There are no forests in your Heaven
There are no forests in your Heaven
Because Heaven is within
2. Panopticon - Living Eulogy
There's so much pressure to just keep breathing
I'm not sure my heart will keep beating
All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I'm not here to see the end
What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves?
When all that's left of me is a shell?
And the world moves on without me?
Will I die tonight?
Will I die tonight?
Will I forever sleep?
Will my mother weep?
Will you remember me?
Will you remember me?
I exist in fear
So in a way, I am not alive
This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise
I am terrified and I don't want to die
This world is so beautiful
I want to be alive...
3. Panopticon - To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God
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4. When Bitter Spring Sleeps - Flames That Taste the Rain
Two powers intertwine
On this cold grey afternoon
Smell of wet leaves on the breeze
Between the bitter smoke of oakenwood
Ambrosial breath of fire
Singing its mysteries
An alchemical transformation
Shifting one form to the other
Flames that taste the rain shimmer then flicker in the wind
Rising eyes if fire that blink as they waver and die
Countless tendrils blazing silver streaming groundward
A doorway to awakenings
5. When Bitter Spring Sleeps - We Cower in the Storms of Her Retribution
Every stone
Every tree
Every mountain
Every breeze
Was not made for you
Not made for you...
We cower in the storms of her retributuion...
In the shadow of her fragile sanctuary...
Oh she will not mourn your passing...
In the shadow of her fragile sanctuary
This palace was not made for you...
6. When Bitter Spring Sleeps - All Things Rise (Arrowwood cover)
I feel that life will never end where the heart lays in the dark ground
Where love leans like a crack in the heart... in the heart
I've seen all things rise to fall into dust
Into the flare that turns us pale... where loveliness dies
Ah... All things rise, rise to fall
Ah... Chaos comes as close as breath
Within the shadows, the eyes of death watching, once warm in a clover sweet now so cold in the dark ground
Ah... Still hearts in shallows fall into the grave
Ah... All things rise to fall
I've seen sparks in the trees so weak; tiny stars, they struggle like the dying of love...
Arising death
Ah... All things rise to fall
Ah... All things are brought to the grave
Once so warm, now so cold, so cold...
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