Somnambulist Lyrics

Blood of the fallen
A somnambulist wretched and prophetic slaves to the - system who
Carves out her own eyes with razorblades leaving a - blister
It takes form
Evaporative transluscent prisms reflecting, they
Shatter infesting all I see

In a tongue I lace with insanity a phantomous illumination, I will never be -
painted on the walls with the blood of a paranormal cataclysm, I will never see -
feed upon the saints and eradicate the elemental sacrificial bones that break
In a dream of isolated ambiance I find myself in cold sweats wide awake

'Cause I've got punctures in my lungs
Gonna tear me out, f*cking rip me out
Suffocate, disintegrate, love will never penetrate (these walls)
I build with my (symptoms)
Conniptions, inflictions, a slave to my symptoms
(Denial) I'm just fine, don't touch me
(Clairvoyance) These beings confront me
(Through violence) I am deconstructing my soul by removing my eyes from my - skull
Just to see or feel something
Hallucinogenic pathetically craving what
Kills me and destroys
The voice that's relentlessly echoing carving a - vision of what once was
What has been or could be anything but these purple - angelic pupils that
Haunt my dreams

In a tongue I lace with insanity a phantomous illumination, I will never be -
painted on the walls with the blood of a paranormal cataclysm, I will never see -
feed upon the saints and eradicate the elemental sacrificial bones that break In a dream of isolated ambiance I find myself in cold sweats wide awake

Wide awake
And falling asleep where I stand
I'm the saint
Who prays down at mid (night)
For the moonlight
For the sunset
For the experience of the sickening decay

(If I had a reason just to breathe another breathe
I wouldn't need this phantomous illumination deep inside
Painful accusations resonating through these conversations spoken in the tongue of psychotropic demonized
Pitiful acidic catastrophic condescending paranoid delusionary penetrating finalized
So murderous the conversation that I heard between the voices venomous and complicated somewhat fantasized)

I could be the one to hold and love and uplift you
Or I could be the one to devastate and move to impale you
I feed on the wounds that my manic episodes do heal or dig further to -
(reveal the degenerative failures inside all of you)
'Cause I am digging in my soul
'Cause I am digging in my soul
'Cause I am digging in my soul

In a tongue I lace with insanity a phantomous illumination, I will never be -
painted on the walls with the blood of a paranormal cataclysm, I will never see -
feed upon the saints and eradicate the elemental sacrificial bones that break
In a dream of isolated ambiance I find myself in cold sweats wide awake

'Cause I've got punctures in my lungs

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