Sing the Sorrow

Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)

Love your hate, your faith lost. You are now one of us. Love your hate, your faith lost. You are now one of us. Nothing, from nowhere, I’m no one at all. Radiate. Recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame. Incinerate.

Nothing, from nowhere I’m no one at all. Radiate. Recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame. As we all form one dark flame. As we all… Love your hate, your faith lost. You are now one of us. Love your hate, your faith lost. You are now one, one of us.

The Leaving Song, Pt. 2

Don’t waste your touch, you won’t feel anything. Or were you sent to save me? I’ve thought too much, you won’t find anything worthy of redeeming. Yo he estado aquí muchas veces antes y he regreso to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away. Imperfect cry and scream in ecstasy but what befalls the flawless?

Look what I’ve built. It shines so beautifully. Now watch as it destroys me. Y regreso aquí otra vez y comienzo to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away. Break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away.

I left it all behind and never said good-bye. I left it all to die. I saw its birth. I watched it grow. I felt it change me. I took the life. I ate it slow. Now it consumes me. Break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away. Break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away.

Bleed Black

I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines now as they penetrate, “recreate me.” I’m hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days. I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.

I am destroyed by the inside. I disassociate. I hope to destroy the outside. It will alleviate and elevate me. Like water flowing into lungs, I’m flowing through these days. As morphine cuts through deadened veins I’m numbing in these days. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.

I know what died that night. It can never be brought back to life once again, I know. I know what died that night. It can never be brought back to life once again, I know. I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life. Once again, I know. I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life. Once again, I know. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust. If you listen, listen close, it dies beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.

Silver and Cold

I came here by day, but I left here in darkness and found you on the way. Now, it is silver and silent. It is silver and cold. You, in somber resplendence, I hold. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I’ll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me. Your sins into me. Oh, my beautiful one.

Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me as you’re longing to sing. So I will paint you in silver. I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as I sink. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I’ll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me. Your sins into me. Oh, my beautiful one.

Cold in life’s throes. I’ll fall asleep for you. Cold in life’s throes. I only ask you turn away. I only ask you turn as they seep into me, oh, my beautiful one, now. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I’ll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me. Your sins into me. Oh, my beautiful one. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I’ll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me. Your sins into me. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one.

Dancing Through Sunday

Will you join me in this dance of misery, cradled in impossibility? Swooning, I am swept away, swept off my feet. With step by step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed. And we dance in misery, all lost in the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by misery, we’re swept into shadows.

Will you lend yourself to beauty that will horrify? Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes. Deafened, caught within a cry so sensual. As step by step by step I separate, while breath-by-breath, I suffocate. And we dance in misery, all lost in the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by misery, we’re swept into shadows.

So who will follow? Who is the lead? I know I’ll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance. We all dance. We all have no chance in this horrid romance I swear. And we dance in misery, all lost in the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by misery, we’re swept into shadows.

Girl’s Not Grey

I’ll lay me down tonight, much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This art does drown. What follows me as the whitest lace of light will swallow whole just begs to be imbrued? What follows has led me to this place where I belong with all erased. What follows?

All insects sing tonight. The coldest sound. I’d send God’s grace tonight could it be found. What follows me as the whitest lace of light just begs to be imbrued? What follows will swallow whole. What follows has led me to this place where I belong with all erased. I’ll lay me down tonight, much further down. Watch stars go out tonight, on sinking ground I’ll lay me down. I’ll lay me down.

What follows me as the whitest lace of light just begs to be imbrued? What follows will swallow whole. What follows has led me to this place where I belong with all erased. What follows will swallow whole.

Death of Seasons

Of late it’s harder just to go outside, to leave this dead space with hatred so alive. Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay. Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off. I watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying. I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry.

Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes. Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized. Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. All of this hatred is fucking real. Turn it on. I watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying. I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry.

It won’t be all right despite what they say. Just watch the stars tonight as they disappear, disintegrate. And I disintegrate ’cause this hate is fucking real. And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate. I won’t be alright…despite what they say…Just watch the sky…as stars go out…

The Great Disappointment

I can remember a place I used to go. Chrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful. I can remember. I searched for the amaranth. I’d shut my eyes to see. Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones. I knew they would appear… saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I’d make a wish and bleed. While I waited, I was wasting away. While I waited, I was wasting away.

I can remember… dreamt them so vividly, soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me. I can remember when I first realized dreams were the only place to see them. While I waited I was wasting away. While I waited I was wasting away. While I waited I was wasting away. Hope was wasting away, faith was wasting away. I was wasting away.

I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe. Never, never wanted this. How could I have become? Never, never wanted this. From the start I’d been deceived. Never, never wanted this. How could I have become? I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe. Never, never wanted this. Never, never wanted this. From the start I’d been deceived. Never, never wanted this. Inside a crumbling effigy. You promised. So dies all innocence. But you promised me. While I waited, I was wasting away. While I waited, I was wasting away. While I waited, I was wasting away. Hope was wasting away. Faith was wasting away. I was wasting away.

Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings)

Raise high monolithic statues so fragile. As they fall, I am ever enthralled. Gaze, lie and smirk in time. Your arrogance will suit you well ‘til fashion is dispelled. As waves of plastic fame go out of fashion you’re going out forever unknown. These waves of plastic fame go out of fashion. These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smile. You’re going out, going out forever unknown because you’re dying to become forever unknown.

From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I will remain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn. Without habitation you’ll never find a soul inside. No life, but nothing’s died. No lights, but quite the show (just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomime.) As waves of plastic fame go out of fashion you’re going out forever unknown. These waves of plastic fame go out of fashion. These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smile. You’re going out, going out forever unknown because you’re dying to become forever unknown.

From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I will remain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn. Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing on your grave, I’ll see you all falling. Dancing in the rain of descending ash. Dancing in your dust, I’ll see you all falling. I’d stop it, had you a heart. Your heart. From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I will remain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn.

This Celluloid Dream

Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you’re so exquisite. And in the mirror, all midnight eyes. Oh, if I could remain, but it’s just a visit. All midnight eyes read “vacancy.” Twisted, twisting. To the lovely dancing lights, I begged, “May I cut in?” But they never stopped playing “their song.” Of a joyous song they sing, I’ve heard whispers. On a freezing note, I resonate. Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end, just like a memory, it twists me. Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end, twisting me.

You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic, onto the melting boy and melt away. You light as gently, you’re so cinematic. Bathed in your radiance, I melt. In the glitter, in the dark, sunk into velvet praying this will never end. In the shadow of a star, in static pallor, I realized I never began. Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end, just like a memory, it twists me. Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end, twisting me.

You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic, onto the melting boy and melt away. You light as gently, you’re so cinematic. Bathed in your radiance, I melt. All the colors upon leaving, all will turn to grey. You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic, onto the melting boy and melt away. You light as gently, you’re so cinematic. Bathed in your radiance. You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic, onto the melting boy and melt away. You light as gently, you’re so cinematic. Bathed in your radiance, I melt.

The Leaving Song

Walked away, heard them say, “Poison hearts will never change. Walk away again.” Turned away in disgrace. Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within. It’s hard to notice gleaming from the sky when you’re staring at the cracks. It’s hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered. You walked away, heard them say, “Poison hearts will never change. Walk away again.”

All the cracks will lead right to me and all the cracks will crawl right through me. All the cracks will lead right to me and all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart as I walked away, heard them say, “Poison hearts will never change.” Walked away again. Turned away in disgrace, felt the chill upon my face cooling from within.

…But Home Is Nowhere

Twenty-six years and seems like I’ve just begun to understand my intimate is no one. When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights. This is my line. This is eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear. Absent of grace, marked as infernal. Ungranted in dead time left me disowned. To this nature, so unnatural. I remain alone.

Twenty-six years end. Still speaking in these tongues. Such revelations while understood by no one. When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste. This is my line. This is eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear. Absent of grace, marked as infernal. Ungranted in dead time left me disowned. To this nature, so unnatural. I remain alone.

Give me something, give me something, give me something, give me something real. I lay strewn across the floor, can’t solve this puzzle. Everyday another small piece can’t be found. I lay strewn across the floor pieced up in sorrow. The pieces are lost, these pieces don’t fit. Pieced together incomplete and empty. This is my line. This is eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear. Absent of grace, marked as infernal. Ungranted in dead time left me disowned. To this nature, so unnatural. I remain alone. This is my line. This is eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear. Absent of grace, marked as infernal. Ungranted in dead time left me disowned. To this nature, so unnatural. I remain alone.

Spoken Word (Hidden Track)

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed under the trees and in the fields, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into leaves. It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walk through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of Burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, “Death is a midnight runner.”

The sky came crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall. But you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone.

You said, “the cinders are falling like snow.” There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

This Time Imperfect (Hidden Track)

I cannot leave here. I cannot stay. Forever haunted, more than afraid. Asphyxiate on words I would say. I’m drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I’d show a smile but I’m too weak. I’d share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me.

I cannot stay here. I cannot leave. Just like all I loved, I’m make-believe. Imagined heart, I disappear. Seems no one will appear here and make me real. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I’d show a smile but I’m too weak. I’d share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me.

I’d tell you how it haunts me. I’d tell you how it haunts me. Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams. You don’t care that it haunts me. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I’d show a smile but I’m too weak. I’d share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. Just how much this hurts me. Just how much you…

2 Comments

  • Cancer Institute October 29, 2011 at 11:21 am

    It is little doubt that this is the best singer in the world! What makes a singer isn’t their vibe, it’s their voice! I don’t like when people judge singers on things that just aren’t that important. Remember, they are entertainers, not actors! Let them do their thing and enjoy the music!

  • Jacky April 6, 2012 at 7:25 pm

    In Silver and Cold, the word is spelt ‘throes’, not ‘throws’.

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