Solace guides the wretched home Azure reflects in the night sky Disparate lines of Isis Colossal strings above me The searchlights, they guide us home Screaming the wind, cry through the rain, the silence it breaks Tear me away /Against the rocks Now the patience is so evasive Screaming the wind, cry through the rain, the silence it breaks Tear me away /Against the rocks I feel the waves divide, they dissipate until I’m gone Gone Abyssal plains compose endless dreams Lost out beyond the seas that sleep I can’t decide what makes me breathe Anything but what’s beneath Lost for me, the ocean Lusts for me (unspoken) In spite of me As Nepthys and her love create my tomb Screaming the wind, cry through the rain, the silence it breaks Tear me away /Against the rocks Now the patience is so evasive Screaming the wind, cry through the rain, the silence it breaks Tear me away /Against the rocks I feel each part of me break away until I’m lost Constructed, now you’re gone Consume me til I’m lost Osiris guides the wretched home Lost Burn Burn Dauntless gateways They beckon me to the past

Out in the dunes where I first felt this life They sent him to die, the sun came to rise Opulent fields meant for eternity He hollowed his skull, a fortress for all The connections that sear us within two It all leaves us blind, for freedom inside Emerald figures entwined in immortal love It's all just a show, there's a place we could roam Tide of corpses Brazen and suffering (suffering) Suffering Dragged to mercy from a surge of humanity Their kings all gone Their crowns entombed Their kings Their kings Their crowns Their crowns All gone No malice divined within the mother's eye Parasites thirst, for what's safe inside Pallid torches shine in an endless void All lights burn out, undeterred when their hope's all destroyed Menial comforts, to mask approaching ends Anchors they work for, for all to depend Preaching anathema, for which the hopeless crave We hope for them None will be saved It's not a doctrine They need a salve for Their loyal dreams It's beyond their means How can exalted monoliths Find their grave? Pity the Meek They reach for dust Where will the haven be? For all the wretched men No gods left to send Only we can fix The broken clocks they hide Idols infest Redress the skies Their kings, their kings Their crowns, their crowns Pity the meek They reach for dust For dust For dust Idols infest Redress the skies This tomb of stars For us no more It's not a doctrine Chronos has felt their skin Too hungry to live Too anemic to sin When the heavens fall Who will mark their light? This tomb of stars For us no more When the heavens fall Who will mark their light? This tomb of stars For us no more Where will the haven be (It’s not a doctrine) For all the wretched men? (Chronos has felt their skin) Where will the haven be (Too hungry to live) For all the wretched men? (Too anemic to sin) When the heavens fall (When the heavens fall) Who will mark their light? (Their light) This tomb of stars (This tomb of stars) For us no more We'll be waiting for you, when you get back. A little older, a little wiser...but happy to see you. Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rage at the close of day. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. We'll be waiting for you, when you get back... 


Vain and bored where the lines cross me out Distilled perfection from a gutless shroud Mark this moment; broken, she lost herself Between each landmark is where she’ll find her ground A monument to the wasteland she left a trace Brutal beauty strengthened by her weathered face If felt this place before, heard its unmistakable sound Between each landmark is where she’ll find her ground Facing forward, left behind Wolves in shadows by my side Dead man's compass held in my chest Seek the landmark where she rests Heavy are the hands that carry you with me \(Carry you with me) Soft are the tales told by the trees You’ve cleared a path here not long before me I’ll seek to find, to cement this belief I reach a clearing, faced with a lake Crossing this void can’t be a mistake Dead man’s compass held in my chest Seek the landmark where she rests \(Where she rests) Dr Victor Frankenstein: Are you dissatisfied? Sir Malcolm Murray: I am seeking. V: What? M: Perhaps the same as you. V: Mmm. I seek truth. M: Ah...you’re a very young man. I’ve long since learned that truth is mutable. V: Perhaps we view science differently. M: Do we? V: I would never chart a river or scale a peak, to take its measure or plant a flag. There’s no point. It’s solipsistic, self-aggrandisement. So too, those scientists, who study the planets, seeking astrological enlightenment for its own sake. The botanists, studying the variegation of an amazonian fern. The zoologists, caught up in the endless fascination of an adder’s coils. And for what? Knowledge for itself alone? The elation of discovery? Plant your flag on the truth? [Laugh]. There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration - piercing the tissue that separates life, from death. Awake from the haze, gripped by the thrall Two tired eyes watch, smiling along My ataraxia is in a field of stars Beyond the wake of the setting sun Vain and bored where the lines cross me out Distilled perfection from a gutless shroud Mark this moment; broken, she lost herself Between each landmark is where she’ll find her ground A monument to the wasteland she left a trace \To the wasteland Brutal beauty strengthened by her weathered face \No trace, weathered face If felt this place before, heard its unmistakable sound \I’ve felt this place before Between each landmark is where she’ll find her ground I’m a wasteful man with helpless hands I’m fucked without an insurrection 


Let me let go With my contents all but dust Inside me, a cancer grows Feeds on trust, feeds on hope Brittle walls keep me up Light breaks through, revealing me But underneath, disparity Churning ocean plays its hand Crashing waves eclipsing me While all my sins still softly sleep I lose myself in sight of land I found a place where nothing’s real A great expanse, in which to heal The wind will touch our Hollow bones Sing my song for me, when I’ve Forgotten the words Strewn across the shore, the storm’s been and gone Entrenched in the grief, all this time I have lost And the notes come back to me Slowly, surely I feel the wind, a soft ocean breeze So soft was the force that brought me to my knees And the notes come back to me Beauty’s the eye of the beholder But I am beholden to the eye of a storm An empty bed laid my heart to rest /An empty bed /heart, rest And I remember days when the sun washed over us /I remember days /sun, washed The wind will touch our hollow bones And it will sing my song for me when I've forgotten the words Sing with it When there is nothing left I remember broken days I remember clouds moving away Whatever’s left sits in silence Fuck An empty bed laid my heart to, heart to rest I remember days when the sun washed over us I remember broken days, I remember clouds moving away Whatever’s left sits in silence Touch our hollow bones, sing my song for me, when I’ve forgotten the words Sing with it, when there is nothing left An empty bed laid my heart to rest, deathless silence Let me let go Deathless silence