Bind impulse lies at the garden side
They've falsely purified themselves
Craven, they hide by the garden side
Becoming machines of their own hands
So they've shifted eyes to the garden side,
Waiting as purity divides the past

Repressive dissonance
Composed by thoughtless hopes
Escaping the inevitable destiny
Programming the sky they've hypnotized
They've thrown aside the cauterized
The ones that wanted their own sky
Scouring souls that flood the soil
Begging remission from the rain
An incision taking from every vein
Overlooking everything
Looking over nothing

Comfort, we need a shelter from rain
We crave more pleasure than pain
We change into a garden

They drape you in confusion
They feed you illusions, my fear is silent
Hiding behind this tyranny

As the garden changes
Into and within
Intertwines with all life
Adaptation infinite, beyond thought
Reflects lights shadows hide
Sightless navigations
Pacify all desperation
Cauterized, falsities realized
Return to the dream
(The garden side)
(A fading sight)
(Dream yourself to life)

Cauterized

No Reason for a Name

Last breath, lasts forever
Hold on to no control
Forced visions appear, coerced
Erratic decisions
I am not awake

Mistaken for permanence

This road, momentarily is my home
Pacing toward the end of a horizon enclosed
Alone, a warning drifts across my skin
Testing sanity, as paralisys begins
Entombed so far below an ocean 
Vast and hollow

And on that road I was opposed
To sharing the surreal and cold
A cloud conformist always knows
That every inch of sky is just a hoax

Unexpected presence follows
Caught up in the pulsing echoes

First breath, release
Window speaks of a dim light shown
Left with no peace
Burning image
Finally awake

From the haze, illusions move toward the steady glow
Clarity reveals disfigured shadows
Fragments of myself reassemble perfectly
A mist of consciousness saturates my skin
No more course of tension, bending light and time
Fragments of myself remember the sky 
Always keeps its word

Cloud Conformist

Those who awaken long forgotten memories
Overcome, in time
The moment when nothing is left

Structures tell stories, but never listen to me
There is no one here but me
Through this heartless town
The air wants to be breathed

The last thing we know
Enter the burning eclipsed by the light
Destined to fly
The last ones to go
They will see nothing, blinded by shadows
Cast from the sky

Focused persuasion engineered so carefully
Overcomes every mind, it destroys
The final days carve lost souls, when no hope is left

Doorways to emptiness, screaming at the wind
History does not wish to exist in such a place as this

The trees no longer want to be seen
As they stand, mocking me
Waiting for me to flee the scene
I'm surprised my shadow still exists
After the sun turned its back on me
Bending lines, destroying the spine
Of the senses of this planet
Awake when I'm put to sleep
The ultimate face of destiny
Staring light through my useless flesh
What do I have left

I have suffered so long
I know there's no purpose

Each thought of every second
Considers the gloom of proof
When every answer hides its face
At the bottom, the only thing I have
Is the air keeping me here
The planet is just waiting to rest
A cauldron of lies
A captive tamed to alibis

Forget that you saw me, I am a ghost
Lights upon me
They are so cold, leaving me in stone
Splinter of focus, echoes of time
Nothing's touch
I am alone
Everything is gone

The blame of this futility
As the last one left

The Last One

Have you ever considered your memories looking ahead at you
Trapped inside reflections of the night recollections collapsed through
Whats the past according to the stone 
All that left taught us were alone
And the life outside of our sight, slowly weaving winding hopes

Face unwanted memories
Look into the face of truth
This will come with a pattern of winding hopes

As I begin to clear my eyes
Sense and terrors left behind
I'm so numb I can not feel
So I pretend it isn't real
And I saw far past heaven

Now, facing my thoughts as they stare me down
A hope so bright, disfigured by light
The lesser host must return to dust

Time must go on to take its toll
Take it away, this control
Take me away, healing waits with you
(As I strain for inner paths)
This heart, this whole damn world
(All perceptions cease without a gasp)
(Sight of silence filtered through dark glass)
With you I'll wait, with you I'll wait

Its too late to recreate arranged mistakes of man kind
Wonders of time travel
Premonitions amplify my thoughts
I can't help my minds obsessions gripping my time alive
Each limb attached to branches in flight

Ethereal Sift