Crimson sea I'm awake at dawn
Sleepless, I look towards
The East on through the mist and the pain
On through the mirror to the enigma again
Slow I rise, walk into the water
Like lover's lips, lover's lips
Invite me through the mirror
Wait for the Tidal Wave of darkness
And let it burn the mask off my skin
Wait for the death of me
Inside
Unknown stream speaks in slow silence
Disturbing in stillness
I turn into creature of distant dark
Untied, untied, these horror stained hands
God's oblivion floats asleep on black depth
Eyes get used to shadows
Uncompletable jig-saw I am
This visage, the mask
Earthly statues of virtue
Carved by salt reveal
Wounded bodies
Silently screaming bodies
Art is not possible
Without a dance with Death
Art is not possible - no
Without a dance with...
Death...
...and I take her hand...
...for I must lead the Dance
All of that we try to forget
All of the pain we try not to feel – is kept here
Kept here in the book whose words Light don't spread
But you know,
An anguish-sized crucifix can do nothing
Against the spreading of the cancer
An anguish-sized crucifix can do nothing
Against the spreading of the cancer
And there's Death who takes the lead now
Headlong into the vortex
Pulls me tight to its unfruitful chest
Laughs at my terror
I wear my most elegant dress
The deep sea devoid of sounds
Wait for the Tidal Wave of darkness
And let it burn the mask off my skin
Wait for the death of me
Inside
Crimson sea I'm awake at dawn
Sleepless, I look towards
The East on through the mist and the pain
On through the mirror...
Wait for the Tidal Wave of darkness
And let it burn the mask off my skin
Wait for the death of me
Inside
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