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(Omen)
02:10
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I, Harbinger
06:06
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Inside my soul, unwhole
A place where I can roam
Through the unknown
I’d like to change
There’s so much more left to see
An entity, strewn in obscurity
But willing to arise
I, the Harbinger
Foreshadow my morrow due
I, the Martyr
Regard my feel, though overdue
The Wanderer
Abandoned and alone
Or a delusion forged through time
Inside my soul, unwhole
A place where I can roam
Through the unknown
I, the Harbinger
Foreshadow my morrow due
I, the Martyr
Regard my feel, though overdue
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3. |
The Calm and The Chaos
04:44
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I’ll give you my best knife
So you can cut me in half
Cut me in half, as steady as you can
Deeper and deeper
The further you go, the stronger the fever
A trial for the leaver
Your words, they feel like stones
Music to fragile bones
Shackles searching for sin
“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe”,
from your intent
Crush my smile, it’s dead
Disconnecting “I” from Lethe
“Let me breathe, let me breathe”
I’ll give you my best knife
So you can cut me in half
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4. |
Heresia
07:19
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Isn’t it what we intended as our way to live
I know you won’t give something that you can’t forgive,
or one you couldn’t be
What did you expect
After all silence is your scream
They’ll never hear your pleas
What did you expect
After all silence is your scream
It’s never what it seems
Unnative to the core
and here we go again
Right times are foul lines for the downfall of men
Seek what I am after, dug in my own skin
Reaching for an answer, a home where I can live
A home where I can live
What did you expect
After all silence is your scream
They’ll never hear your pleas
What did you expect
After all silence is your scream
It’s never what It seems
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5. |
The Alienist
07:12
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I’m so glad I came, but can’t wait to leave
When I felt like a burden, you were there to heave
Can I trust myself or the foreigner inside
A simple mask that cloaks the unwanted
Crying the tears of joy and discomfort
But at the end of the day, it’s my cross to bear
Trapped inside this forgetfulness rained upon my body
Such an organized disaster, when everything seems alright
I’m a nightmare, I’m a dream
I am something made of nothing
But at the end of the day, it’s my cross to bear
Let this comic hand take control of my being,
Turn me into someone else that I didn’t think I knew
Confusion, the mother of all my multitude
Oh Balance, the father who slowly disappears
But at the end of the day, it’s my cross to bear
You’re never alone in your sorrow
There’s no shame in grieving your own pain
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6. |
Proem/Perorate
09:47
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Don’t hold my hand,
don’t hold my hand
Don’t hold my hand,
I don’t need your aid
My debt is paid,
I won’t confess my desire to know the way
Though I know where it ends
(It never ends, It just begins)
The end is a beginning,
as the beginning is an end
Never-ending succession
The end is a beginning,
as the beginning is an end
Never-ending cycle
Now I’ll walk my line of fate
In the end we’ll take what we deserve
(What we deserve)
It’s just begun
I sense the spire
Those bygone have suppressed,
every breath we took in vain
You know you’ll be there from the start
And I know I’ll see you at the end
Now I’ll walk my line of fate
In the end we’ll take what we deserve
Now I’ll walk my line of fate
In the end we’ll take what we deserve
What we deserve
The end is a beginning,
as the beginning is an end
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Escuto o absoluto vazio rugindo como o mar,
Daqui, dentre os meus lençóis, consigo ouvir seus passos
Tic, vejo um banho de mangueira sob o sol quente,
Tac, beijo de vó em abraço rente,
Tic, tac… vejo-a vindo em passo solene
Não em vestes pretas e faces de marfim,
Mas sob o irreparável desespero ao encarar o fim,
Pés pequenos, o sabor do macarrão, risos pela mesa, mágoas em vão
Memórias lavadas pelo suor frio que banha meu corpo
Amor em todas suas faces besuntando como manteiga minhas circunvoluções cerebrais
Ali quero retê-lo, em toda sua plenitude
Deixa-me guardar apenas a imagem daquele sorriso,
Eu imploro, por quê não me ouve?
Tic, tac… olho para ela e peço por ao menos uma recordação,
Mas é vão, tudo em vão,
O rugido já se cala, pois sou vazio,
Sou terra, sou grão.
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8. |
Sever
05:22
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The day has gone by, but still I lie here
Weak and shrivelled with pain
Feed me, I feel the drain
Bare naked angst, and still no tears
Verity: owed to appear
Remedy: shoved down the gutter
Heavily: like water to stone
Severity: as I should know
Forsaken in the rain
Waiting for a sign to open up again
To feel you again
Plant your scars on my soul
You have the seeds
But like a tree
I’ll die standing still
Fix my present havoc
Can you smell the decay?
Can you see my dismay?
Can you feel my touch?
Sever the ties
Enter my mind
Forsaken in the rain
Waiting for a sign to open up again
To feel you again
I don’t care to wait
Sooner or later I will open up again
Feel you again
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9. |
Reknown
05:43
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They all seem the same,
empty faces searching for a shape
And now, the consequence of your actions
Feeling restless, seeming unknown
I grasp for ones I barely know
Swallow your pride
I won’t confide enslavery
Fuck your disguise
You aren’t what you could be
I am Reknown in the eyes that couldn’t see
Know me
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Hiding behind your wall of never ending doubt
Only hearing silence every time you shout
That sinking feeling you dread to understand
The current shall pull thee
Between The Ocean and The Sea
I will find my way to that haze of blue in a distant space
Between The Ocean and The Sea
I will find my way to that haze of blue in a distant place
Offer me your perseverance
And say it will be OK
Drill a hole into my head and rip out your influence on me
Rip out your influence on me
Say it will be ok
And I’ll keep screaming, so you can hear me
Between The Ocean and The Sea
I will find my way to that haze of blue in a distant space
Between The Ocean and The Sea
I will find my way to that haze of blue in a distant place
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11. |
Cri de Coeur
05:09
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I lie where the air scathes
Slitting through time and space
Endless pain
An overwhelming sense of strain
How can you carry us when your let yourself fall
Don’t seek a friend in me
I’m not a remedy
I’m just a memory
Make me your enemy,
a tenebrous clarity
Give my heart serenity
Lay me down, one last time
Bury my existence in the saturation known as our liaison
Be my compass, guide me home
Attenuate me when I roam
Am I helpless, or just alone
Avail me, carve this path I own
My heart cries
Indemnified lies
While your mind dies
when you look into my eyes
Don’t seek a friend in (me)
I’m not a reme(dy)
I’m just a memory
Make me your ene(my),
a tenebrous clari(ty)
Give my heart serenity
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12. |
Dust
02:38
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"How does the fact that we will die, affect the way we live? Letting ourselves become lost in the light, and found in certain types of darkness. With angst embedded in shattered shells, hanging by a rope, or simply dwelling in our veins, you seem to lose all amended ways, and in the end, only flesh remains. Our mortality puts the question of whether we should put an end to our lives. More so, the ability of death, the fact that we can control how long we live. Does this validate any circumstance of whether ending our life makes sense? And where does this truth lie?"
Resting hands over lament shed scars (I wither)
Screaming through the pillows’ thread (Your comfort)
Laying down in regret for all that they have done
But what have they done, do they even know
Breathing the same air, but seeing different skies,
different days,
different nights...
They smile, but inside
They’re still breaking
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13. |
Like Crows
07:02
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Like crows they surround me
A suffocating persistence inside of me
I know that they’re dead, but still feel alive
An imaginative sickness that still plagues my mind
Liars and thieves disguised as relief
They feed off my strength though I am weak,
cover my form to show what they see,
kill me inside...
That’s just what I need
My mind, I lied
Like Crows
Inside, I died
Like Crows
Below earth, over all
Between knives and walls
Below earth, over all
I feel my nous fall
Below earth, over all
I know they’ll hear my call
They lay right beside me
Comforting the waste of my debris
I know that they live, and don’t want to die
An imaginative sickness that still plagues my mind
It still plagues my mind
My mind...
My mind, I lied
Like Crows
Inside, I died
Like Crows
Below earth, over all
Between knives and walls
Below earth, over all
I hear my nous fall
Below earth, over all
I know they’ll hear my call
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14. |
(Renaissance)
03:12
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Be my compass, guide me home
Am I helpless, or just alone
Feeling restless, seeming unknown
I say this is not who I am
You say it’s who I have become
So take me back
Or let me go again
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