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lyrics

A wrong turn down and a poor disguise, a little further down the road and I realise.
Calm. Drowning in parallax news, but a ripping yarn, fluid, your grasping consent.
A winning smile and perfect prose, a little common sense and a blackened rose.
Hold the line for good will sent, stamping herd, bleeds common rent.
Obey, Don't Ask, Consume and Die. But it's a little late, for scratching at the coffin lid.

In the name of the father of forever, I'm baptised with a loan account, peeling off the
layers of will, I'm incentivised. In the corner of the room I hear, a whistle and The
Captain's shout. The changing of the guard again, but the "I" remains.
Hidden, the dwindling of the day. Sanctions, the murder States, the way.

Resonant, catastrophe, reeling in the sceptered Isles, Kneeling, beside yourself, abandon
the darkened miles. Then carefully splinter, the perfidious whisper, the rusted nails that
burn your flag, screaming to the mast.

Mother Courage is calling time, from her suite in the midnight hour, falling Galileo
strikes the pendulum. The diversion of the river shows, the body of the Jack Of Hearts,
and the lamb is thrown to wind and weather as sacrifice. Mark the dwindling of the day,
the lunar spell begins to stray.

Clinging, insolvency, borders with an empty gate. Spitting, Surpentine, stealing off the
neigbours plate. Now marking the timeline, with a carpenters ferver. So you waste your
days and spend your time, Learing at the Fool.

Pouring my senses, sweet internecine, out of our veins and onto the street. You couldn't
re-arrange me I'm told and as a consequence, I'm sold. Riddle me silently to sleep,
the constant keep.

But you know, the pain you can't recognise. But you know, and you'll soon realise ....

(You can't have my tuppence to invest Mr Rothschild)
Search with your desperate eyes, look how the time it flies, all comers welcome on, the bitter ice.
(I'm going to feed the birds today)
Slide down the rabbit hole and immerse yourself, digging up the dirt, pushing the feeling back.
(Take your feduciary spell of seduction)
Crawl through your sense of age, but the wave it sees no time at all, or the large and small.
(You'll wane and you'll wither in your halls alone)
A penny for the the ferryman, I'man also ran, I 've got my ticket here.

But you know the flow you can't recognise. But you know and you'll soon realise.

(You can't have my tuppence to invest Mr Rothschild)
A gust of corruption blows through this house, concentrates and knocks me off my feet.
(I'm going to feed the birds today)
The hard rain that never falls, hangs upon the air, falling down, on the vapour trail.
(Take your feduciary spell of seduction)
Aegean stableman, awaits the flood, but any price agreed will be paid in blood.
(You'll wane and you'll wither in your halls alone)
A penny for the ferryman, I'm an also ran, I've got my ticket here...

But you know, the flow you can't recognise. But you know and you'll soon realise.

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from Sleeping With Fractals, released May 26, 2013
All Instruments: John Graham

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