
Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Song language: English
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 |