The Locust Preacher - Capra

Static, static, my jaundice gaze

Cover the mirrors, I don’t want to see

Weakened and weary, return to my slumber

Hands reaching slowly, I’m anchored in place

Vessels of doom, prophets of terror

Doing their damning and terrible deeds

Trying to listen, struggling to answer

Voices which come from the depth of my fear

Am I a product of my surroundings

Or does the nightmare follow me?

Am I stuck here between the shadows?

Is there hope for my forgotten soul?

Am I a product of my surroundings

Or does the nightmare follow m?

Am I stuck here between th shadows?

Is there hope for my forgotten soul?

I’m alone but I’m not on my own

Forced to meet with the bearers of fate

Continuing to lose grip on all that surrounds me

And now I’m staring myself in the face

I’m hollow but fully contingent

Decomposing from the inside out

Clutching at the tail of my sanity

And losing grip every second

I can’t keep holding on

But God help me if I try to let it go

The sweet caress of unconscious release

Submerges me into the unknown

My helplessness is too much to bear

Please tell me there’s some way for me to escape

I can’t let it come

I can’t just hand myself over

Don’t let it take me

Please don’t, please let me go

Don’t let it take me

No

Why are they here?

What have I done in a past life?

To what debt do I owe?

I try not to fear

I know that that fear is what brings them here

Drifting between the veils of what is now and what used to be real

How can I be free

When the more that I think of them the more that they tear at me?

Is it my destiny to be bound to the doom of my half-waking state?

Now it’s too late

Now it’s too late