Singularity Self-titled Full Length

Don't you see where I'm at? 
I'm in a cavity, 
locked in my brain. 
And there's poetry 
And apathy. 
I lack emotion 
I lack a care for grace. 
There is no god in my soul, 
I'm an empty, hallow soul. 
Oh, the hole, 
You look so bold, 
Dangling there with your crystal wings. 
You reverberate, 
In this heartless gate. 
Where I let all my emotions fly like birds under the midnight sky. 

In my heart where you stay, 
Your body will lay. 
Over and under and so far you've sundered 
Ice cold glair, 
No more hair, 
Boy you are blading, I wonder what do you feel? 
I could rip my heart out, 
I could tear my soul to shreds 
And go to bed and sleep tight, 
The wind won't bring me above the midnight sky. 

I will stroke your hair with the utmost delicacy 
I love the way you smile, 
The way you laugh. 
I miss you way you hold me. 
I'll put my mind in a land, 
Far away from cares and worries. 
Trap my in your jukebox, 
Play those tunes 'til I grow tired. 

In my heart where you stay, 
Your body will lay. 
Over and under and so far you've sundered 
Ice cold glair, 
No more hair, 
Boy you are blading, I wonder what do you feel? 
I could rip my heart out, 
I could tear my soul to shreds 
And go to bed and sleep tight, 
The wind won't bring me above the midnight sky. 

I'm numb to the key of love. 
Pull me under 
I ate your fruit, 
And entered all your nutrients in my veins 
You won't come again. 

So stretch your love 
And stretch your grace, 
I no longer want your face. 
Only your memories of perfect existence. 
Stretch your grace, 
Stretch your brain, 
I own your mind. 
I own a monopoly of all that you see. 
I am your visual receptors, 
Call me your leader. 
Your fuehrer. 
Your master. 
All that lives and dwells 
I am all that lives and dwells 
I'll snap back to reality. 
A sober flash of apathy 
I am the professional degrader, 
I'll make you feel like nothing really matters. 
When all you can care of is your own self appearance, 
You're self help and ignorance.

Oh, The Hole

The conductor was burning thirial herbs 
Instead of coal 
To keep the engine running. 
The torque was strong, 
The rotation was healthy. 
Even the rust was subject to melting. 
Heat would seise for simply a moment, 
As friction would usurp the cold incoming. 
I never knew a man with such horrible passion, 
The conductor drank toxins from a gutteriform contraption. 

Throw gears before the toque, 
There's no use in running here 
Inertia doesn't serve the fleet foot, 
Only heavy souls are granted passage. 

Consume the fuel to feed the fire. 
Conserve the fossils before you tire. 
Follow the families on their way home, 
Make comfort in housing on the clad-iron road. 
Moreover, the exit is blocked by debris 
The country's drift and its unforgiving breeze 
Is known to buckle knees and make the mightiest plead, 

Throw gears before the torque 
There's no use in running here 
Inertia doesn't serve the fleet foot 
Only heavy souls are granted passage 

I control the storm 
With the Tempest at my left and Poseidon at my right 
I control the strong 
With destruction at my left and order at my right 
Throw gears before the toque, 
There's no use in running here 
Inertia doesn't serve the fleet foot, 
Only heavy souls are granted passage.

Throw Gears Before The Torque

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Vanity Well

Formed in early 2011, Singularity has grown from years of experience and extensive dedication. Download their full length album at singularitycolumbus.bandcamp.com for free. All music and art self-produced by Singularity.

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Singularity (band)