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Date of issue: 29.11.2012
Record label: Cyclone Empire
Song language: English
The Art of Coming Apart |
I am closer to freshly earth below than to spirited air above |
Sure enough, to breath means to live |
But do i have any breath, any lungs? |
And above all i’m waiting and sharing tides for a deathless while |
Touching land like an anchor, irrevocably run aground admits the yet uncovered |
Heaven remains silent, ground talks in whispers |
Thou grand charmer-longing for this morbid flirt |
Eternal rest grant to me! |
'Cause nothing seems as perfect as the art of coming apart |
Beneath the dead standing tree, all is covered with coal-black leafage |
Ground is gone… |
Somehow strange, i tough feel save |
I am counting static clouds, time and time again echoing the same line: |
«I envy the Calm» |
Am i immune to life? |
Thou sage of absurd! |
I am breathless furthermore I’m sleepless! |
I am nameless, lately i’m soulless! |
I am about to decide deadness, my inside-a Stygian darkness |
And above all i’m waiting and sharing tides for a deathless while |
Touching land like an anchor, irrevocably run aground admits the yet uncovered |