Gaerea Mirage 1. Memoir The sea is calm tonight The high tide reaches the ego Memoir The old moon rises above The horizon A lighting beam burns her skin A deafening sound Dragging around Like bugs Rejoicing I desired the art Of the lines drawn around the earth No one to care or to dream about Awake in desire of being the one The one who was never alone As a drenched drownеd being Of someone who′s gonе I hang numb as a bending flower Inverted man Craving Just hold me tight While spilling the lost conscience She always seemed so bright Carrying the teardrops of faith Of human misery Craving Just hold me tight While spilling the lost conscience She always seemed so bright Carrying the teardrops of faith Of human misery Sticks were held like wands, Stones thrown as in war We built dens that we call our home Yet the will was too weak to hold them tight Shame on the truth, I light my reflection An image roars Through thy empty walls Desolation descends to answer the call Succumbing the earth's shore Boldness, compunction and death I can only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar The rasping sound of pebbles The waves drawing back But they will never stand behind The sea is calm tonight The high tide reaches the ego A lighting beam burns her skin Memoir 2. Salve A sulfurous choir Enthroned in the realms of light A self-deceiving entity of undenying praise Freedom gets him anxious Suffocating Isolation To the staring eyes behind the glass A defaced figure lies upon them To the already replaced one Here's the peace of mind you'll never find Ripped into a neon light As if the mirror reflects his skull Staring back at him with its sardonic smile Carnation lead by the flute of temperament Total blackness among the pessimists Blueish waters of past memories Running through his refulgent arms The mortals behind the wall Hastening every step Watching his bones crack To see how long he lasts He is of contemplation The ultimate specimen of time Growing desolation had come Stripping the flesh, salting the wound Nothing in life shall be granted In the sharpest nails, I've been consumed I am hunger, the desperate A living lie, a contradiction The fool's gold The indulging taste of rust The conquering of nature's triumph A caustic distraction in misery A tragic moan of logic All he ever dreamt, all he ever lost Acid rain crying in wide open flesh Forgiveness is a never-ending flood He lays down and wonder why he is here Tranquility tinged with terror Perfectionist act in vanity Between sorrow and paradox The light ceases to shine 3. Deluge Pouring rain down upon us Crying rivers of nothingess Drowning in a sea of regrets and torture Observing the shadows of the spotlight So golden and bright Hearing the chants of the silent fields Admiration from afar Acknowledge thy presence A man can be just a form Reality in inception Rainstorm of affection As desire is expelled Within the ranks of agony And through the graves of fallen messiahs A pessimist′s credo Shall redeem his flesh Desolation is our call Standing under the streetlights In the cornеr of both past and future Counting nails from a box Impatience tеaring his face apart The clocking anxiety which ceased to stop Impinging sounds cut through the roaring skies The trumpets of the numbing void Will break through the walls of nothingness Gazing under the hour's spell At the soundless storms of decay On hands and knees Feeling the concrete spines The breathing mirrors Reminding what people looked like But the look is immersive As there can be just one It′s not a clone but the man observed Calm returns, the pounding beating chest Let him wash away the other's pain 4. Arson Sanguine for thy elimination The solution in snuffing out all the human race A little shadow running across the concrete Losing itself in the vast sunset Between the clouds the dusk illuminates a face Deficient fear gasping the worthless Malignantly useless The last messiah′s never-ending chant As the crimson curtain closes And the lights have now dimmed Memories will be carved in coffins A sash of despair sacking one's soul Behold the pacifier A selfless benefactor of those who never were The last standing man to burn the book of his kind Accepting its shining defeat The warmth embracing his heart A mirage dangling at the edge of glory To leave or to hold, for I am a mirage Lighting a candle to ignite my human condition A healer of aches consuming the wrinkled face Lost in his abyssic and contorted mind Consumed far beyond the improvement The pieces have now been assembled Self-destruction in despair to crave his grief The arsonist of his time Hissing wordless voices of those who were dead Beyond the clearing of flames Sealing our icy tomb In madness, in chaos Bone-deep mayhem In devastation of flesh Gardens of untold stories Rebirthing among the smoke Screams and fear Turning silent among the dead Tyrannical militant The arsonist of his time Flooded with the luminous sunshine Enticing the weary traveler To fail at life 5. --- Disk Two --- 6. Ebb A sparkling light becoming the sun of foretime As never seen before Dazzling out in full force Heralds proclaiming silence Crawling to extinction Impinging agony without memory Kadupul flower Queen of the night We are just one A closed portal A gate to unknown desires Trapping me more than life Ebon shadows Lucid lines under the brush of the ignorant It′s more than a dream And more than a man It's the made-up canvas behind the glass The childish chant The comforting smell, thy heaven on еarth The shelter for thе needy, a tunnel for the weak Thrill and faint, holding the pass to the fall Staggering beneath the labyrinth Holding his hands in fervorous anxiety Disillusioned, we conjure our hope To dance at the rhythm of the puppeteer While a high-pitched shout seduces my illusion Consolation beneath the whipping massacre 7. Mirage Pieces will never tell the whole story Crushing the unbreakable glass Heat escaping through the unknowable reflection An unseen pattern in fragments inside the golden room To be born in a world of cosmic misrule Raised outside of the natural order The bleakest tragedy of human errors The unbodied puppet show Glassy shades pulled against the sun Hiding the light from the fool′s sight Whispers cutting the surfacе unremarked Slickly sliding along faulty and clumsy lines What arе you looking for? Leaving broken bones behind Upon the treacherous murder Witchery accursing the past Nothing but gloom in the horizon Filled with contractions of fate Stuck in this restless walk Life's but a walking shadow Ticking my steps for nothing Searching between worlds To embrace the voices encircling my head Feeling engulfed by the scars of emptiness Overcoming the fearful anxiety Delivering a despairing monologue A desolated crossroad between awakening and death Murdering nightmares upon thy survival Surrounded by the unknown And overwhelmed with shame An infinite land filled with sorrow The lap of a luxury season That used to be called our soul 8. Mantle Birth opens the gate of death Between the sentence lies the path of life Traveled by all sentient beings All are born All will die The unnameable state determined by illness Stockpile of gathered karmas We must pass through this enviable state Feeling that something is oddly off In extremis believers Surreal poetic flaw Terrifying, fascinating, magnificent mystery Everything achieved ten thousand years ago Dictated on a snuff tape with a conflicting end Impenetrable, forbidden vest of lies The sounds and smells that made me forget A cheap solution to block our regrets Sailing alone the frozen rivers Surrounded by legions of souls But yet all alone Trapped within thiis solitude world Haunted by memories of foretime Running miles with nowhere to go A meaningless life, a Broadway show Screaming for help, Does anyone hear? Echoes in our heads, What does serenity mean? Hope is an illusion, an optimist′s prediction 9. Laude Inside a chaotic and beautiful lie, A wounded work of pain Divine but torn, wreaking havoc on our hearts In a divine confusion Blinded by everything Crooked feelings pick at our troubled mind So the passage to sleep gets harder to accept We close our eyes and wonder The harmonies of the road Walking in the dark tripping and falling We get up and step into the light Along the muted stones and driest leaves Life being crafted under cold winters Hidden roads inside the wastelands Storms diverting the path unto new horizons If the shores were not ravaged By human greed and ignorance Resilience would draw a wall of adventures Ingrained in our cells The places of Mother Earth are connected on their terms Nothing detached in the collective souls Strained ropes around our neck as we cross the burning bridge Icon of strength without rage Universal sense of awareness Waiting to be heard Bent down on our back, old oaths thrown in the wind We′re cursed through sludge and torment Never turning our back to the haunting flares Onwards to our endless rest Falling asleep, our feet marching the sphere Vibrations of a bell, let the madness rise Not a whisper, not a thought Not a kiss, no luck to be lost