This song was set up to work in a Lydian feeling off of the low B string, but when playing octaves over a droning low B sounds dark as hell to me.

This is the first riff we wrote for the project. As soon as we laid down the bass line, the rest of the idea just fell into place. It became one of the stylistic anchors that shaped the entire album

You've Always Been Wonderful
	
		(X)
		
		It's graverot, green gangrene, much like a disease. * Does it still count as a rhyme if the words are spelled differently? *
		This is unwellness.
		I never left the cemetery I led her to leave me in.
		She'll never visit.
		And that haunts me.
		Wellness whispers
		
		And sorrow screams.
		I wanna see you every day: today, tomorrow, next month and next year.
		Always.
		
		I wanna be part of your everyday.
		This moment, and all the rest.
		I was almost Romeo.
		
		I still want to melt into you, to tell you what it's been like.
		I hoped, I prayed, even did tarot.
		What else 
		
		Could I do?
		You linger in me still.
		I let us both down.
		I can't say that, though. 
		The time is past.
		
		It's been so long yet I'm still stuck in the past.
		The you I remember is just a folktale.
		How could I ever have said that to a stranger?
		How could I tell a stranger I loved her?
		I spoke to her.
		
		Yes, I spoke to her, and I still cannot believe it.
		Can you believe it?
		Fourteen long months, twenty miles apart, but an ocean away.
		I confessed my love for her, and I doubt I'll ever see her again.
		I'll never see her again.
		To be honest, I was hoping for a miracle, but no, this was my greatest defeat.
		There's a million things.
		
		There are still a million things I want to say to you, and I'll only get to say that - once -
		
		One thing once.
		It seems I'll have to carry the rest, involuntarily.
		For my ears only.
		
		You told me this would all be better in a few months.
		Who knew I'd be here sixteen months later, writing the eighth song devoted to the absence I feel of you?
		It's laughable.
		
		A cosmic joke. 
		Ha.
		Ha.
		Ha.
		
		* cheeky tasty lead *
		
		Oh darling, you are my 1408. * with John Cusack *
		This shit's like Return Of The Living Dead. * you know, the one where the dead are basically undying? *
		In the afterlife I'll ask you 
		
		In our next lives to do it.
		For real, for life.
		For now I'm resigned to merely wish you the best.
		And I fucking 
		
		Wish for that.
		You're the Universe's greatest work of art.
		I see the light in you, my eyes have undilated. * Too little, too late. *
		You've always been wonderful.
		
		You've always been wonderful.
		Farewell.
		
		-- love. --

Kassiopeia - The Redacted Plutonian Packet - You've Always Been Wonderful

A Scintillation Of The Source 
	
		(I)
		
		You looked perfect in Salem. * The one with the dead witches. *
		That trip lingers, and hurts to the touch; the very thought makes me sick.
		It's a mystery: why does it still bother me?
		
		Undead don't sleep.
		Vampires don't die.
		
		An endless dance of seeking love and finding it, then losing it, and enshrining its corpse, its death shroud.
		More days and more nights; another season, a new epoch.
		But I can't seem to get past the last one.
		
		Have you ever had your heart broken?
		I did not know it'd heal so slow.
		I thought it would go away - away after a year.
		I begin to wonder: does it end?
		
		Tease the hope out of my bitter heart.
		
		Love doth die, but there will be another waiting to bloom.
		The next step in this dance, this game we love.
		You've made it this far, you have to keep playing.
		If you linger, you will be late to your next dance.
		
		I'm sick of ruminating.
		But I still hope so desperately to reverse this course, to dance under the Sun [sic] again unending.
		Does that wish ever go away?
		I wanna leave it and never look back.
		Alas, I've always had a weakness for girls that do tarot.
		
		That which is dead may never die. * Here's hoping for strange aeons. *
		
		I have danced this dance before.
		I have picked up the pieces before, but not like this.
		It still hurts like last December.
		I want to move on, but I fear the worst, I fear a Winter [sic] unending.
		The world's stopped spinning.
		
		-- you --

Kassiopeia - The Redacted Plutonian Packet - A Scintillation Of The Source

Melodic hardcore urgency meets emotional post-hardcore chaos and atmospheric metalcore. Heavy, expressive, and cathartic.

FFO: State Faults, Comeback Kid, Turnstile, Loathe, Spiritbox, The Contortionist, Refused, AFI, The Black Dahlia Murder, Portrayal of Guilt, Chat Pile.

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