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I was a faceless anatomy,
in a dream, that I believed,
the skin was ripped down to the bone,
I felt more than dead.

You all hate me,
this is survival,
oh, of the fittest,
I lay unfit behind a cigarette,
behind another fucking cigarette.

Dear Lover!
Where are you?
Where are these words?
you said everything comes to him whom waits,
well I've waited far too long,
my faith moved no mountains,
instead we drowned helpless in lakes,
that drought,
just before,
we die alone.

Are you dead?
Are you these bones to bury?
What did you cry in birth?
March comes in like a lion,
& goes out like a lamb,
I am the writing on my grave,
helpless fucking words,
& dear, in all my amour,
I feast upon my own longing...

Day after day,
week after week,
month after month,
year after year,
decade after decade,
until I am God Damned fucking dead.

here I am,
here I lay,
ready to breathe ones last x3


from Chant Du Cygne, released August 20, 2012



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Jaymund - Bass/Vocals
Duncan - Guitar
Morgan - Drums

We're three kids trying to learn how to be infinite and pure.

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