This is an old song that I recorded back in 2001 and finally figured out how to transfer from a cassette tape. This is one of only three songs where I did not play on all of the tracks. The cool lead guitar track was played by a guitarist that I knew named Neil, (I do not possess those chops) I wish that I could remember his last name, the dude could rock! Thanks Neil!

Time Is Bearing Down (Turning In Her Pain)

Through The Veiled Shadows

A soft voice filled the room 
In the silence of my sleep
Groping in the darkness
Where
All my flesh
Has fingers
And all my fingers bleed.

A Soft Voice Filled The Room (In The Silence Of My Sleep)

Hellfire

Sometimes when the music dies
All that you have 
Left
Are your thoughts
And those rather noble words
That you learned
How to speak
Somewhere
In the not so distant past.

For all that really matters
In the end
Are the changes
That you have made.

Sometimes When The Music Dies

I had the pleasure of collaborating with 28 Black on this piece. If nothing else, the drumming on this track sounds killer to me. Thanks T.B. you slayed it!


The Subjectivity Of Truth

I am befriending time the master 
Who knows 
No enemy for I was
Born into a world
Left ravaged by the heartless stars
Flaming
In space 
(Black
Holes
Three of them surround
Pulling me
In so many different directions) 
There are no lies
Only darkness 
And the light that guides
Eternal 
No more of a fact
Than the subjective truth
Of what defines both 
Hot and cold 
One knows only
What one can feel 
For some love
Is but a myth
A fairy tale of Queens 
And Dragons
Both illusion 
And truth declared by
The predator 
And those who fear 
The rapid decent
Of death in a similar way
That the feathered victim fears
The bird of prey
When beginning his unholy 
Decent
Sometimes it is feigned 
With surgical precision
With a pathological brilliance 
And then there is that 
Love 
Which is far
Too real
Love with truth
And abandon
Is the most frightening kind of them all.

The Subjectivity Of Temperature

A rare time that I stopped at five tracks, two with synth and three with guitar and a shitload of pedals.

In The Womb Of My Death

Three tracks were recorded by manually chiming and looping an old German clock, four are guitar tracks and one is synth.

MIGRATION

Fly away from the earth
And all of the birds
Will follow
You
Home
Soaring
Toward the timeless beauty
Follow the light
Into the nothingness of time.

Migration

Behind the silence 
Is a closed door 
That leads to space 
Secluded and serene. 
And in this place 
Where the shadows conspire 
Their revenge   
So much blood is spilled 
But nothing ever dies 
Completely.

Behind The Silence

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