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Glass Butterfly
04:39
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A spirit in your eyes that calls the night toward
The passion you delay, lack of motion that will
Swallow your decades, in youthful body of the dove
The palace of your lies that drags the dusk into
The belly of your rage, in chains of mourning that will
Trap your velvet age, in satin aftermath of love
Time will travel fast abandon
Where you are
With torment glazed
And no spark
Infinity in rhymes will rain
Into your soul
Dance within your mind
In the dark
I’ll sleep in golden catacombs
Beneath a marble sea
I am a beast lost without a Rome
No eternity
Inside the growing of a dream
Where lonely eons roam
Hymn of red nativity
In a silken dome
A forest in your maze whose roots will dive into
The pulsing of your days, tries to rise up to the
Gaze of galaxies, ignore the blaze of astral cold
A river from your mouth whose flow will stroke the vital
Secrets from your south, floods the heart until
Your blood cuts boundaries, into the flesh of callow gold
Time will travel fast abandon
Where you are
With torment glazed
And no spark
Infinity in rhymes will rain
Into your soul
Dance within your mind
In the dark
I’ll sleep in golden catacombs
Beneath a marble sea
I am a beast lost without a Rome
No eternity
Inside the growing of a dream
Where lonely eons roam
Hymn of red nativity
In a silken dome
I won’t win
Against this sin
That sculpts its name into my skin
I’ll sleep in golden catacombs
Beneath a marble sea
I am a beast lost without a Rome
No eternity
Inside the growing of a dream
Where lonely eons roam
Hymn of red nativity
In a silken dome
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2. |
Poppy Tears
03:57
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I am the sun smiling over you
Among the billows
And rendezvous with shame
I am the flower breathing into you
From the belly of an animal insane
And I am the shroud that cloaks your dream
The demon in the park that soaks your seed
I am the gun pointing at the zoo
Where the plumage of the radical expands
I am the lung to which your swallow flew
And the sewage of fanatical demands
And I am the shroud that cloaks your dream
The demon in the park that soaks your seed
The god in your skull will run over you
The devil in your bone will long outlive you
The angel in your soul will only poison you
The spirit in your spleen will end up killing you
And we will all pray for hell
To take us all back home
And we will all wish for the bell
To ring back our sins to save us all
Salvation in the fire meant to keep you
In the embrace of a forever where you’ll burn
Temptation in the flames will always heal you
In the snake of paradise we’ll be reborn
The god in your skull will run over you
The devil in your bone will long outlive you
The angel in your soul will only poison you
The spirit in your spleen will end up killing you
And we will all pray for hell
To take us all back home
And we will all wish for the bell
To ring back our sins to save us all
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3. |
Birth of a Fable
03:36
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Labyrinth of rapture
Echoes of frustration
All your bone and marrow
Pillowing my death
Within a silk confusion
Serpent eats your symmetry
Smother all eternity
Mouth a clean cathedral
Fading into sunlight
Open slap of midnight
Between the purge and starshine
Lullaby your android
Burial of kisses
Temples everlasting
I suckle and milk
The turbulence of fallow slopes
Burrowed in your bowels
The dances of your native land
Lovely, ugly imago
Curtaining your sleep
Ecstatic parasite
Feasting deep inside you
Imaginary futures
Nativity of nothing
Livid syllables
Odd divinities
Igniting across vacuums
Elysian page on fire
Hardening of lunar mask
Serenity dissolves
Funeral of stars
This fable has been born
My own fate learns to shelter
This eater of cold souls
This lonely realm of darkness
Of which that punk is lord
I plague the laughing shadows
Fracturing their dreams
Abominations weep
Archiving all my monsters
Spirits in cages
Just reeking of gloom
Drinking the ages
That swallow the room
Loving in mazes
That flower in doom
Pilgrim in the twilight
Celestial sisters
Minted in a single womb
Diagonally opposed
Tyranny of flesh
Antipodal women
Desolation fragrance
Smeared across my sneer
Sculpting my colossus
Arctic and Antarctic
Wrecked upon the night
Of my needless resurrection
Hardening of lunar mask
Serenity dissolves
Funeral of stars
This fable has been born
My own fate learns to shelter
This eater of cold souls
The lonely realm of darkness
Of which that punk is lord
I plague the laughing shadows
Fracturing their dreams
Abominations weep
Archiving all my monsters
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4. |
Tears of a Swan
05:37
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The shadow of an infant haunts my shame
A betrayal of the future shuns my name
An evening in a dream to mute the blood
Roaring from a crevice in my soul
Symbol of the rainbow to say my lie
A cradle in the meadow to soothe my cry
A melody in silver to halt the flood
The pain that sings on nights of no control
A darkness in the light that follows me
Eats my mind
Swallows my life
The wingspan of my agony is sweeping
Gulps the sun
Sorrow spun
The vision of an ancient mother just rises
In shallow woods
A child blooms
Century of sadness crouched in wait
A church will hold the echoes of this flame
A melody in silver to halt the flood
The pain that sings on nights of no control
A darkness in the light that follows me
Eats my mind
Swallows my life
The wingspan of my agony is sweeping
Gulps the sun
Sorrow spun
The vision of an ancient mother just rises
In shallow woods
A child blooms
Swarm of faces to predict
Where solitude went wrong
A righting to the left
Unsee the fractures of the damned
The fates that intersect
Brightening the dawn
In a daze that squanders rest
Every dream is gone
I’ve died in every test
The king of just go on
And I long to confess
In the dying of the swan
A darkness in the light that follows me
Eats my mind
Swallows my life
The wingspan of my agony is sweeping
Gulps the sun
Sorrow spun
The vision of an ancient mother just rises
In shallow woods
A child blooms
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Francisco Mejia Bratislava, Slovakia
I have had songs in my soul and mind since childhood in New York. I kept them inside for years, nurturing music as it
gestated.
I have now reached a point in my life where I can no longer suppress the music inside me.
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