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introspective
00:51
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2. |
restless dreams
04:10
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your tears tell me more than i would like to know;
a more reflective matter than the darkness which fills my room
and now i see the world as a desolated place
i'm left here alone in this cold and empty space
but it's all too quiet and it's haunting me
in my restless dreams
flames burn in here and where you disappeared into the void
so were you nothing but a sobering mirage that mirrored my fall?
and now i see it all for what it really is
and how the stairway burns... but the look on your face,
when you said those words, still is haunting me
in my restless dreams
and now i see it all for what it really is
it's not how much it hurts but the look on your face,
when you said those words, that is haunting me
in my restless dreams
and now i see the world as a desolated place
i'm left here alone in this cold and empty space
but it's all too quiet and it's haunting me
in my restless dreams
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3. |
musings in solitude
04:31
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all i hear are curses
piercing their way into my mind
all i see are faces
hiding in the dark
imagine a spiritual prison
where nobody hears my screams
nothing more than fading shadows
reality is not what it seems
eyes closed, away in dreams...
all i hear are voices
telling me i'm a freak
all i see are places
all but the one i seek
ice cold, no air to breathe
away in dreams?
i'm trapped in a spiritual prison
where nobody hears me scream
nothing more than fading shadows
reality is far out of reach
maybe it’s all just in my head
i'm confused
and not thinking clear instead
all i hear are voices
none are clear but i can see
staring faces in the dark
and i hear their whisperings
telling me not to believe
all the things i've heard and seen
convince me it's not a dream
it's not a dream
it's not a dream!
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4. |
amazing greys
04:26
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they tell me i can't leave
because i suffer from a mental disease
i'll manage to get through,
by regretting the things you've made me do?
i've been staring at your picture
for more than a thousand days
can't stop to admire
the shades of amazing greys
have you seen my scars?
don't they mean a thing to you?
and if you read my thoughts,
would you think i'm crazy too?
i've been staring at your picture
for more than a thousand days
can't stop to admire
the shades of amazing, amazing greys
and the years come and go
where have you gone?
i'm so alone...
will you ever come...?
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5. |
when silence falls
03:55
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noises faint in the depths of silence
what is there to save?
no promise left to be made
i won't say goodbye unless you stay
with all doubts aligned in ecliptic form
having obscured the light i shun
i am wandering in the dark
and i try to run but you won’t let me reach you
i want to stay with you
our time will come
i want to wait with you
and stare into the sun
i want to leave with you
when silence falls
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6. |
a moth to the flame
03:18
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wings covered with dust and cries
don't come across as simple lies
to cover up the scars beneath
the skin; left inside, nearly ruined
sleep... to make the days go by
off to a place so far away
from you; where dusk screams until
the grace of night, it's nearly soothing
just so that i could stay
i'll burn myself like a moth to the flame...
and it might be cruel to liberate myself from your
everlasting violent gentleness like that... but...
leave me to burn!
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7. |
the dead rose
03:58
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designed to speak without words,
given by one who speaks in tongues
symbol of affection
received by those who deserve none
subject to the curse
of superficial emptiness
for the meaning lies within
blood red petals and a crush
don’t mind the rose i gave you
no matter what i do
my effort’s worthless
and i don’t know why i want you to
say it hurts
is it just coincidence,
sadistic gift of circumstance?
downward spiral of hail
entwines the bad with the worse
don’t mind the rose i gave you
no matter what i do
my effort’s worthless
and i know now why i want you to
say it hurts...
maybe you should be the one
left to bleed in a bath of thorns
emblematic meanings?
undone!
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8. |
funeral
04:45
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snow gently falls on my cold skin
the touch of frost leaves a mark;
a frozen promise from winter's heart
i stray from the path that i'm supposed to follow
and of all peculiar things, it's the way it draws me in
so imposing, thus it begins...
i hear a couple arguing through an open window
about them not sharing a tomorrow
as i walk past a funeral, there are people crying
and i’m condoling... with a grin
i stray from the path that i'm supposed to follow
it’s a sin
and i realise how perfect today has been
snow gently falls on my cold skin
the touch of frost leaves a mark;
a frozen promise from winter’s broken heart
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forgotten Belgium
Conceived in solitude whilst staring silently at the wall of an attic.
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