Scream in the Dark/ Flameseek

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In the end it's all but over
the final meaning is reborn
in the end I'm all but sober
turn it up and wait for dawn

Wooden floorboards freeze my toes
sitting alone in burning cold
In my room where No one goes
snowy hell where dreams are sold

the rain comes down;
Book, chapter, verse
jesters cap upon the man
who drives the pink star spangled hearse.

little metal rings
little links of chain
cold and burning piece of steel
Reflection where I lose the pain

Robed delusions take us down
down red river to the sea
in the mud there lies a crown
molten 'motions surround me
as we lie upon the stream
bringing us to our last hour
I see a little fever dream
Red and gold newblooming flower
Drifting past the rippling waves
I slip away in dreamless sleep
and in the end nobody braves
the sea it's deathly prize can reap

when the flame of the star burns floats before you
and now the death of the masses is the only way to
is this life or a crazy dream
If the blood is the sea is the sky is the soul and
on the beach with the tide and the red sand
Is the this the end or has it just begun
when the moon and the stars and the wind of the night sings
and the ink of the pool is the death of the grey things
Am I the book or the red or the time
When the bird is the song of the hope and the Dreaming
and the flame is the shadow of my mind and it's screaming
is it the pain or the flesh that is burning
its the world or the page or the leaf that is turning

And I can't seem to see, but

Feel the wind in your hair
feel the waves beneath your skin
The mirror ripples like the sea
And is that a face reflected
or is that the real me

I look just like the ocean
That I've looked at far too long
the gulls which call unceasing
the sand is swirling now

When all that's come before me and all that's yet to pass
sit amongst the barking dogs and in the rain she laughs
with all the people smiling with their hands upon the blade
of the knife that cuts me here amidst the choking shade
And all the reapers grinning and the angels looking down
on the rats that gleam and play, dancing all around
and all the raindrops falling and the clouds that now turn grey
and all the eyes were staring but now they've gone away
and in the ground the tremors start and in the sky they bleed
as on the earth the people sit, still singing as they feed
I'll be gone and in my place a puppet there can turn
I'll sit amongst the perfect stars and watch as you all burn

suddenly it dawns upon me
I'm the one without a mind
suddenly the sense is pointless
sense is for the futureblind.

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