October Tide A Thin Shell 1. The Custodian Of Science Bathing In your private fears. Held back by the need of control You are conducting yourself by the proper manners. Never let down by the cameras eye. The custodian of your science sets the stage. All the bravery are now lost for the fragile minds. I am facing a new day with caution. I'm paralyzed by the lack of surveillance. I am crawling in the shadows. I'm hiding Hiding behind the crumbling walls. Becoming the trigger of your own tears. You are the weakest of links in this chain reaction. So tell me now, What are your deepest fears? So tell me now, Why can't you let go. A commotion in this mind, stifles a headless kind. It is constant darkness in this legacy of shadows. A marriage to suspiciousness, awake by senses. The faceless watcher stalks in the corner of your eyes. So you run from the secrets that is haunting you now. The custodian of your science are in control So you run from the secrets that is haunting you now. The custodian of your science are in control. So tell me now, What are your deepest fears? So tell me now, Why can't you just let go. [Words by Pierre Stam] 2. Deplorable Request Shut it all down The facts and the memories I have been running around inside on this borrowed time The medical poison It stabilizes and drags me back Though it is against my will Locked inside This suite of flesh and blood Stranded on clean sheets forever With the parasites in my veins I can hear your cries I can feel your breath to the end You have been visiting me for so long now Erase the map of the past I am fighting with my heart as an enemy Falling through a black hole for eternity Caught in an endless sleep with this hollow dreams Capture the light and pour it over me A benefactor forbidden to all humanity Bring me a trail and please let me feel pain Turn to the next page Ease your depression You will find it better when I'm gone This will lead you insane I can hear your cries I can feel your breath to the end You have been visiting me for so long now [Words by Tobias Netzell] 3. A Nighttime Project [Instrumental] 4. Blackness Devours I awake by cold shivers Apprehend voices, but not the ones in my head I try to ignore and turn back I shut down, gain sanity Forcing my breathing to become slower Forcing my pulse to beat lower Suffocating scream behind walls Pleading the past to let go I find myself awake again, I am starring at the sealing Is this all inside Are the suffering screams meant for me, to silence Fumbling for the light in despair I'm searching with my eyes for no reason I'm stumbling in the darkness I fall to the floor Back on my feet again Wrapped up in my indecision The Darkness lingers upon me Blackness devours fast It drives me further across the floor Then a sudden scream shuts the door behind A monolith of a roar summoning its daemons Turning around for an answer Is this all inside of me No way to avoid this collapse I dare not stay, so I reach for the switch Then a sudden scream shuts the door behind Summoning of daemons [words by Tobias Netzell & Pierre Stam] 5. The Dividing Line I, the stalker The dagger behind your back Days are turning darker We follow you on every path Fear are growing in the eyes of the underdog For each day we increase the obstacles Pushing you down again and again To determinate the limits The mind have become so twisted I am saving myself by hurting the others The anxiety and the sympathy Are scanning my spiteful conscience I, the leader Scars been given Hearts collapse Impossible to repair I dare to tread the dividing line Now they all turned against me I received the eyes of the underdog I carry the pain with pride I am leaving I'm heading for end You, the stalker The dagger behind my back Days are turning darker You will follow me on every path [words by Tobias Netzell] 6. Fragile Small steps Closer to the mirror The shame is in the deep Slipping through a vast form feeling fragile With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art Still searching for hope Year apart the shallow grave. Still to deep Like an avalanche of pain Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak The creator is waiting as I seek Dying inside Try to hide away from psychic lies They pull me under Constant waiting for my relief Will I ever see the rising sun Locked gate until it will be better Appreciation of the loss Mind conspiracy of a future healing The conclusion is safe in the core With a hollow heart, just a thin shell, my reflecting art Still searching for hope I bleed myself to comprehend A thousand hours in your hands Plead for answers, not the end This final destination is not a threat No more [words by Pierre Stam & Tobias Netzell] 7. Scorned Ghost in corner Reflecting a strong side of me Flame is lost I wish for once of difference Lack of self-confidence This scene grew fast Still look for light Everyone reliefs hate I'm forced to walk among this creatures The well of strength vaporized to dust A new dawn comes sweeping in Delivers a deep breath Eyes faint open, body feels decrepit I'm taking the same way as the days before Ready to take some of the bruises, ready to be out to scorn Will they ever stop [Words be Tobias Netzell] Vocals - Tobias Netzell Guitars - Fredrik Norrman Drums - Robin Bergh Session bass guitar - Jonas Kjellgren