1. Hematoma

From the recording Exit Inside

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Water refine me. Distance secludes me. Power supress me. Thinking define me.

Death toll will rise as I sever my ties. I'm a lesion seeking a body.
No more mistakes. No more cut breaks. No remnants for those that forgot me.

You'll call it faithless. Yet scream for more.
You need this drama. It feeds your whore.

So here we are in the is of the soon. All that I beholds.

No love to last as I bury the past. I'm a servant without a savior.
Living with fate. Death is your date. I'm a serpent swallowed by anger.

You'll call it tasteless. Then beg for more.
No quinching this thirst. It's faith no more.

So here we are in the is of the soon. All that eye beholds.

Senses collide with a corrupted mind. I'm a bullet seeking a body.
Powerred by thought. Scabs on the heart. No reason for me to forgive you.

You'll call it...

All that I beholds
Speaking without words close no doors organize and execute
Self inflicted conscious wander no frame of time you and sleeping thoughts
I'm attracted hailed by something held by nothing me and distant thoughts

Something takes a hold being guided to break the mold

All that I beholds...
Self inflicted...
I'm attracted...

Now my tongue won't speak no more. Everythings been said before.
For the eye of heart is straight. Ride those feelings all the way.
All of that which eye beholds.