Lyrics The Locust Preacher - Capra

The Locust Preacher

Static, static, my jaundice gaze
Cover the mirrors, I don’t want to see
Weakened and weary, return to my slumber
Hands reaching slowly, I’m anchored in place
Vessels of doom, prophets of terror
Doing their damning and terrible deeds
Trying to listen, struggling to answer
Voices which come from the depth of my fear
Am I a product of my surroundings
Or does the nightmare follow me?
Am I stuck here between the shadows?
Is there hope for my forgotten soul?
Am I a product of my surroundings
Or does the nightmare follow m?
Am I stuck here between th shadows?
Is there hope for my forgotten soul?
I’m alone but I’m not on my own
Forced to meet with the bearers of fate
Continuing to lose grip on all that surrounds me
And now I’m staring myself in the face
I’m hollow but fully contingent
Decomposing from the inside out
Clutching at the tail of my sanity
And losing grip every second
I can’t keep holding on
But God help me if I try to let it go
The sweet caress of unconscious release
Submerges me into the unknown
My helplessness is too much to bear
Please tell me there’s some way for me to escape
I can’t let it come
I can’t just hand myself over
Don’t let it take me
Please don’t, please let me go
Don’t let it take me
No
Why are they here?
What have I done in a past life?
To what debt do I owe?
I try not to fear
I know that that fear is what brings them here
Drifting between the veils of what is now and what used to be real
How can I be free
When the more that I think of them the more that they tear at me?
Is it my destiny to be bound to the doom of my half-waking state?
Now it’s too late
Now it’s too late