God I miss writing..
These are a couple songs written by the cruxshadows and it reminds me of how I feel about things most the time, conflicting emotions or not. My views on things are ever-changing.
Anyhow, these are beautifully written and makes me nostalgic for the days when I could express what I felt through words, now it's just empty..fucking medication.
Watching backwards as life like pictures
Stinging thoughts, born with phantoms
We danced above a world forgotten
Moments cherished... even now
A train-wrecked heart loves fairy tales
Singing from a gaping wound
However time has left unsettled
My memories play out of tune
You can't unmake
a cold mistake
You can't undo
the hearts you break
You can't erase
the poet's fate
Not even if you try
And she had Audrey Hepburn's smile
With deeper sadder eyes
The only thing she said
No one hears Cassandra cry
Because the earth is standing still
And the truth becomes a lie
A choice profound is bittersweet
No one hears Cassandra cry
A heartfelt sorrow I believe
Offered this for passion's crime
A crippled satellite trapped in orbit
My memories play out of time
You can't unmake
a cold mistake
You can't undo
the hearts you break
You can't erase
the poet's fate
Not even if you try...
The listless price of my descension
Where emptiness has pulled me down
Cascading from my divagation
Below the frozen winter skies
Pythonic sadness unreleased
As serpents rigid in cold
Waiting for the warmth of Sunday
Before the cruelty of growing old
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
Are you listening now?
Like Orpheus with hope entangled
Your path was mapped about your feet
Leading backwards into forgiveness
Or forward to a fools retreat
Can you hear the breath of the observer
Can you hear the quanta calling back?
The arguments of motivation
Implore my distant muse to act
Sentiment spent on emotions
Derived from our eternal spark
All beyond our comprehension
Watching protons in the dark
All the love and all the hatred
Split from our desire to be
All the love and all the hatred
Leading to hostilities
All the saints and all the prophets
All the secrets that you keep
Exist with one intriguing question
Tell me dearest - who are we?
Can you hear the gears of evolution
Grinding for divinity
Can you hear the voices of creation
And the science sprawling from the seas
Sentiment spent on emotions
Derived from our eternal spark
All beyond our comprehension
Watching protons in the dark
All the love and all the hatred
Lovers searching for the seed
That piece of existential knowing
That gives tomorrow wings to dream
All the broken hearted angels
Living in the ether seams
All the love and all the hatred
Tell me dearest - who are we?
can you hear the cat within the box
can you hear electrons moving free
watching something, watching nothing
in stasis somewhere in-between
The wind has wrenched all hands away
and ripped and torn the sail
but the sea grows somewhat calmer
as storms ply against the hull
Still I hope that time has something left
to show that I was here
before sinking into oceans
of blurred forgotten years
for my intention is a stranger moment
apart from the world we share
and all of our enchanted musings
fell lost between the here
and the there
The lights upon the farthest plain
ascending with the storms
where children and dreamers separate
and a gulf within us forms
And I hope when they replay the verse
our tongues fell deep to speak
the words are less confusing
and the rhythm not so weak
But intention is a stranger moment
apart from the world we share
and all our hopes of happiness
survive between the here
and the there
Anyhow, these are beautifully written and makes me nostalgic for the days when I could express what I felt through words, now it's just empty..fucking medication.
Watching backwards as life like pictures
Stinging thoughts, born with phantoms
We danced above a world forgotten
Moments cherished... even now
A train-wrecked heart loves fairy tales
Singing from a gaping wound
However time has left unsettled
My memories play out of tune
You can't unmake
a cold mistake
You can't undo
the hearts you break
You can't erase
the poet's fate
Not even if you try
And she had Audrey Hepburn's smile
With deeper sadder eyes
The only thing she said
No one hears Cassandra cry
Because the earth is standing still
And the truth becomes a lie
A choice profound is bittersweet
No one hears Cassandra cry
A heartfelt sorrow I believe
Offered this for passion's crime
A crippled satellite trapped in orbit
My memories play out of time
You can't unmake
a cold mistake
You can't undo
the hearts you break
You can't erase
the poet's fate
Not even if you try...
The listless price of my descension
Where emptiness has pulled me down
Cascading from my divagation
Below the frozen winter skies
Pythonic sadness unreleased
As serpents rigid in cold
Waiting for the warmth of Sunday
Before the cruelty of growing old
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
Are you listening now?
Like Orpheus with hope entangled
Your path was mapped about your feet
Leading backwards into forgiveness
Or forward to a fools retreat
Can you hear the breath of the observer
Can you hear the quanta calling back?
The arguments of motivation
Implore my distant muse to act
Sentiment spent on emotions
Derived from our eternal spark
All beyond our comprehension
Watching protons in the dark
All the love and all the hatred
Split from our desire to be
All the love and all the hatred
Leading to hostilities
All the saints and all the prophets
All the secrets that you keep
Exist with one intriguing question
Tell me dearest - who are we?
Can you hear the gears of evolution
Grinding for divinity
Can you hear the voices of creation
And the science sprawling from the seas
Sentiment spent on emotions
Derived from our eternal spark
All beyond our comprehension
Watching protons in the dark
All the love and all the hatred
Lovers searching for the seed
That piece of existential knowing
That gives tomorrow wings to dream
All the broken hearted angels
Living in the ether seams
All the love and all the hatred
Tell me dearest - who are we?
can you hear the cat within the box
can you hear electrons moving free
watching something, watching nothing
in stasis somewhere in-between
The wind has wrenched all hands away
and ripped and torn the sail
but the sea grows somewhat calmer
as storms ply against the hull
Still I hope that time has something left
to show that I was here
before sinking into oceans
of blurred forgotten years
for my intention is a stranger moment
apart from the world we share
and all of our enchanted musings
fell lost between the here
and the there
The lights upon the farthest plain
ascending with the storms
where children and dreamers separate
and a gulf within us forms
And I hope when they replay the verse
our tongues fell deep to speak
the words are less confusing
and the rhythm not so weak
But intention is a stranger moment
apart from the world we share
and all our hopes of happiness
survive between the here
and the there