Dream (Outro from Calamity)

(Endlessly, helplessly, ceaselessly, callously)

(Senselessly, tactlessly, fractally, haplessly)

Panic at the thought of what the thought will bring (slow)

Apathy, entropy, agony, ecstasy

(Agony, tragedy, patterned duality)

In who to be, when we unleash all these harmonies' maladies (old, sick)

(Haptically grappling me, backing the apathy)

(Happenings hardly seem happening in sanity)

I don't know if I can go another round of cacophony (cold)

My sympathy's draining me dry (heart)

(Stats are the adversary, friends are insanity)

(Feelings still claw at me, logic will rot in me)

How much deeper can they dig my sunken eyes? (Mind)

(Dissonance will grow as the greys start to fall from me)

Where's the line?

Won't they just let me writhe inside

And let my sides aside so they can realize (slay)

(Trying holistically, failing consistently)

To let me die (soul)

(Sits in insistence, these ids, cysts' persistency)

That that'd be fine?

At least then I'd finally hear silence and sleep well one night (blood)

(Pick and see sinfully, hypocrisy picks at thee)

And yet here we are, sopping wet (falls)

(Victim and culprit entwine in one entity)

Mind and Heart, crying, dying covered in our blood and sweat (threefold)

Now we sit, intermit, flail and flit, chip and hack, bit by bit

(I am the murderer, I'm the fatality)

This is it, this is it, this is it

(They're just a vestige, count 'one, two, three')

This is it

This is a fucking nightmare

They're right there

The sick, black-and-white fright fare

Prepping for the fight where no one wins

See the silhouettes sneak on in

(See the marionette restring)

Encased within a sickly filament of arrogance

They're happenstance of consciousness

What do they think this is?

(One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three)

And why do they think to usurp me while I weep?

(One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three)

While I sleep

(One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three)

Theirs to reap

One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three

This is the end of me

But I am not done yet

Existence is transient

There's still another sunset

To be found inside this tangent

So I will try again

And perhaps when we become whole, it'll hold

Perhaps that's optimistic

And I'm not one for the mystic

But I'd rather die trying

Than to live and have missed it

And I cannot resist, though futile it is to admit, to insist to use these gifts

Cosmically kissed

Analogous to the abyss

Apollo and Artemis (we will not die)

Perhaps we'll meet at Tycho

Or somewhere more solar, yet colder

This world's hard to shoulder

But when Harmonia shines, Atlas beholds her

So bathed in serenity, beauty, in synchronicity

Blissfully entwined, divine

So I will try one more time