Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead
Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions
For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years
Are the fervent hopes now lost in imperfections
The emaciated soul seeks to conceptualize itself
In an illusion to the temporary real
Within, thus beyond, we segregate our spirits
From the probing hands that touch but cannot feel
Through cognitive dysfunction aspirations stay utopian
Like dying leaves that to their branch still hold
Unaware their will may yet delineate futility
They agitate a flame already cold
Plagued with trepidation through the volatile states
Foreordination links me to the now
For even if I sought escape I'd only leave despair
And my death would be one final awkward bow
- :
- Word To Spread feat. Tom Thum
- Demo Anthology: Live & Rare
- An Illusion To The Temporary Real
- Augmented
- Chronicles of Dysphoria
- Hymns to the Fallen V
- Chalice
- The Calm That Was the Storm
- Full Metal Racket 2
- Blackend: The Black Metal Compilation, Volume 5
- Voices in Twilight
- Reggae Inna Sunshine
- Stand Up!
- The Stars Of Reggae Sunsplash
- World Classics: Ital Love
- Reggae Essentials
- Reggae Rocks: The Tide Is High