Текст песни Greylotus - Chiaroscuro

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“Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back.” Contrasting grey from grey as Obsidian from iridescent unpigmented Subjects distant, proximal Resolute towers Burned by their lifeless understructure Conflagration shedding light upon Their candor, undying Deafening whispers Paint the night, begging “Why have you built this cage for us?” Pathways once azure run Thin with the sun Pushing soot and ambеr blood Infixate Both bygone and foretold In thе now We will remain Suspended Spinning wheels without Candescence Formation held Do you feel The lack of Inspiration? Something that we have not yet written Do you feel shame Full of chaos? Can there be darkness without a source of light? A codependent relation inversely erudite It swells and subsides with the moon In harmonic motion Perigee Compounds the weight Of the inward struggle Our trajectory onward The dark brood crawl toward their barrier Its wood has since begun to rot Prosaic culturing The first signs of a city born anew Are met with a choir of dissent: “Go back!” echoing through centuries Although we tout the yearn for normalcy The first signs of a city born anew Are met with a choir of dissent: “Stay down!” preservation of a state Is the reason a coward hesitates A thin line differentiates insanity from the allowed self The urge to self-annihilate fed by our need for separation Unfocusing my eyes Black and white fall into grey Why must we cast the two as distinguishable at all? Contrasting grey from grey as Subjects distant, proximal Can there be darkness Without a source of light? A codependent relation Inversely erudite “Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free?” I've seen enough of the sun's rays through rubicund eyelids (Can you open your eyes to see?) Both thumbs depressed into sockets still cannot eclipse (Will you open your eyes for me?) The pressured salt and soil brings forth an ichorous rain A dimly lit stream of static flows into my vision Blinded, but now truly seeing Blinded, but now truly seeing Blinded, but now I see How could I build an identity from the shades I could never appreciate?

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