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UNSIGHTED



STARE AT THE WALLS WITHIN THE MIND
LOOKING FOR THE THINGS WE LOOSE
NEVER BEING ASKED TO CHOOSE
WHEN FOUND WANTING FROM THIS.

WHERE THE MADMEN RISE TO SEE
THE FALLING STARS, WE SHOT
FULL OF THE SELF-POSSESSED
LIKE AS IF WE KNEW.

THE MIRROR LIES BEFORE WE SLEEP
WHEN WITH THE COUNTING OF COST
FOR THE THINGS NEVER BORROWED
FROM THAT FACE, REFLECTED.

SENT US SPEEDING THROUGH THE NIGHT
NO DREAMS OF PLENTY WILL WE REMEMBER
IN ALL THE MORNINGS AFTER WHEN
MEMORIES ARE DRIP FEEDS.

ALL THAT THE LOVER'S LOST CAUSE
IS FOR THE SIGHTS, TO AIM
FIND A RESTING PLACE OF BLAME
A DREAM HOME FOR THE CYNIC.

BACK TO THE PLACE OF BLAME
TAKE THAT LOOK OFF YOUR FACE
LIKE AS IF, YOU DON'T KNOW
THERE'S NO ONE ELSE, LEFT TOO.


The Hated Reign::Main Console ::Serpentine Soliloquies

© 2000. Words by Matthew Syberberg. Music by The Hated Reign. All rights reserved.