Fall Of The Leafe Vantage 1. The Fresco Faces up and enter Mind your head Away from the rain, and fast Overhead, on the molded ceiling, if visible through the smoke, the fresco What they have depicted here is a kingdom where fools swarm like earthworms Lions and wolves cuddle together with lambs and deer Nice, but the beasts look like idiots with their fangs that way Which minds me of the tingling in my lungs How the hell do they deal with it, the healthy and well Thought it must be a bitch for those still in the traffic, albeit the fuckers are so unaware if it now The air is being washed clean by the air, but just look at them go As if the rain couldn't catch them To them I dedicate my song OOOOOO Watch your feet And mind your step On this damaged ground Brush the rain rhythmic sweeps Take on the breeze with your eyes closed And an angle for the wind! Look again, at the network of moments, if visible through the smoke The winds are fast, the rain too heavy And here we are Just confused, and out of place, as the beasts up overhead 2. Morning Works Lie and wait There's no way out from the lands of the lost Lie still in quiet and the morning is working to bring a day of fear (to the sons of war ) Sit and listen To the other side (of border) where words so same are told And the morning can only bring them another day of fear They are blessed by the same god Where the morning is working to reveal what last night's smoke and holds back As for the few who hold the will and means How do they speak What are the words they say to make mothers and fathers turn loved ones into a mass of sleepwalkers droning by over the line Too far over the line The morning can only bring them another day of fear and they are blessed by the same god if such even exists here While the morning is working to reveal what last night's smoke holds back And look at all this torn city has denied These sons of war, so threatened and lied Where solitude, even in the masses, can then wish it, to take a man by the blind god, and toss his own wrong-doings back at his face A song breaks out in the cold Mother war Hear our windless breathing Mother war Soothing cries with fear Mother war Our tears drained by loss Mother war Far over the line 3. But The Ghosts Here This is the operation they perform In one smooth move, they hide control from around you In a similar, consequent move they place that same control inside you No anaesthesia Apart from an illusion of freedom, side effects are minimal It may tingle a bit Also, you no longer hear what is rolling from the east The sharp rip followed by a muffled roar, carries a cry of loss In one whopping bang, they lose everything The soil beneath their feet, the souls they had Only ghosts sing with the voices of those stolen by the bullet rains Things from them look different Mr. Erickson once said: "If you have ghosts, you have everything." However, their ghosts, they are different from those dressed in white sheets The ghosts here, they make the masses move, tear worlds apart And they stay - posted on the walls, scattered in the wind, blended into crowds and spun deep into minds Things, for us too, could develop into something entirely different 4. In The Silence Of The Sand The stinging stone for air and phantoms for men Cruel water for a tease and a steady flaming sun Like a slow heavy ocean the tides of earth march on in As if doors were open for the grains to stay But in the heart of the matter In the silence of the sand There is no voice No touch Not even loss Though I repaired the wall and carried the stones Still the desert bleeds as if washing its wounds clean As it needs It happens and nothing else As it needs No treachery in the wall No hostility in the sand No conspiracy in the wind No demands at the door My hands do the work wrong or my tongue addresses the wrong gods I don't know Maybe it is not just the sand It is simple hate eating already bleeding hands 5. Off The Map, Under The Sun It rains on and off while air is so thick and nervous As if someone was spying a distance away and waiting for something to begin Begin or end But where the hell are they going? With empty string bags As they hurry like phantoms with their way among the living lost Just sun-white bones on the streets It's a distance away The smallest imaginable flicker A sign of hope While confusion seems to come along with the raind and the sun A call for the lost On the streets but en route to nowhere But then again, do you need to, if you're but a sun-white bone And hung out like a bear skin to dry 6. Receiver Eyes open The news pried open the locks of my awareness I have no secrets Well, unless one could call my ability to break moments into pieces one All it takes is a one, maybe two wrongly selected words I am meant a receiver, a filler of silences at best Receiver, on this day Not of wrath but deepest ignorance As a servant of guilt, so heavy it will sicken to a cancer You refused to breathe as if air was the devil's kiss You refused all light as it had come with the end I watch the news Regularly And I imagine how entire nations compare to me How badly placed bombs can do harm in the same way as my words Well, just keep in mind the scale of things, OK How I have no nerve to reach in, and crack the really difficult problems Apart from getting mad at them, maybe Yeah, if I had a shotgun, I would be interested using it for solving some problems See if they'd come back Ha Receiver, on this day Not a far cry from madness As a host for guilt, so heavy it will sicken to a cancer You refused to breathe as if air was the devil's kiss You refused all light as it had come with the end Guilt It is all over the air like a scent having come with the light as it were the god that had come to lick us back to it's darkness Which it has plenty 7. The Other Room I have I have something to tell you The way went cold long before we played our quiet afternoon music The sky melts under the weight of no more words When before you I stand Murdered by illusion, betrayed by fear and outdone by the light I despair the disgust I feel You smile on me and then laugh When I see it broken I am broken as well Leaves fall We turn to rust when I see you from the other room Your deceptions nine hours later 8. Ordeal Your screaming soul, how you have tried to touch me Enfolded like a desert wind Hot dry dust in the flower Push me away Sink down to the bottom with me Your glare to cover me Hold this memory, this passes by All my sight and sound, all that I passed by Every tear shed, another day passed Every drop of rain a flower daid We stare out of a portal into a desert The colour of a rose at sunset Shivering in the heat Our minds wander across the sand A fountain in the courtyard Turn away as love fades in the shades of sun - drenched sienna You say the sun will rise to burn you away Time decayed in my veins here I am done, dry in the dust Centuries of ancient longing Time and again I loved you when you crushed me Don't turn away An image of you, prone on my doorstep, is deep in my heart Watch closely and live One with the sand that passes us by Call out my name Lie silent in darkness Reach out you hand, feel the teeth of fear My death I stand in stone You want nothing more Stand here in stone 9. Quiet Citizen Within my mind I long to see Your cold city under a sky of schist Sunset of an age Chains of micropore gradient Your face from love to disarray Your city is as still as a bottom of a pond Your laughter tears across me and I am gone My sleep is breaking down Who are you again It's been predetermined how much of drainage we'll have to swallow before we'll be allowed some air Don't worry, I'll be there to push you back under again Slowly through the years I'm not getting anywhere How many times did I love you when you crushed me? How many times? I'll be in your dreams... Until death 10. Cold Java We watched it over lunch Caffeine for the tired eyes Warm smoke for the nerves Some well-wrapped sweets And oh mercy how sour they were We read it in the paper while having warm bread Five olives and a spoonful of something thought sweet And of mercy how bitter it was Glassy eyes, chrome nerves and an issue to address Glassy eyes, chrome nerves The news just said it nice Admit to your jailors that it's too much And be tied ever tighter Stand like this, still in a closet full of kicks on an angry chair Arrested twice and shot 11. Discipline And Punish [Instrumental] 12. The End Of Harvest In this image, the air sits as still as it were painted on a canvas Blue smoke, of joys gone, is still here Cloaking a soul sold to method and number Sold, as if the devil's deal had fallen short Now spooked by the ink of his own pen The map of a life lived, and the beta versions all over the floor, have all gone awry All the lines are spidering from here to there, and then back again For the purpose, they are too thin And they make no sense At the end of the day By and between the devil and me This agreement is made and entered into A moth on the back wall He witnessed and then carried on with his own business