Dream (Outro from Calamity)

(Endlessly, helplessly, ceaselessly, callously) (Senselessly, tactlessly, fractally, haplessly) Panic at the thought of what the thought will bring (slow) Apathy, entropy, agony, ecstasy (Agony, tragedy, patterned duality) In who to be, when we unleash all these harmonies' maladies (old, sick) (Haptically grappling me, backing the apathy) (Happenings hardly seem happening in sanity) I don't know if I can go another round of cacophony (cold) My sympathy's draining me dry (heart) (Stats are the adversary, friends are insanity) (Feelings still claw at me, logic will rot in me) How much deeper can they dig my sunken eyes? (Mind) (Dissonance will grow as the greys start to fall from me) Where's the line? Won't they just let me writhe inside And let my sides aside so they can realize (slay) (Trying holistically, failing consistently) To let me die (soul) (Sits in insistence, these ids, cysts' persistency) That that'd be fine? At least then I'd finally hear silence and sleep well one night (blood) (Pick and see sinfully, hypocrisy picks at thee) And yet here we are, sopping wet (falls) (Victim and culprit entwine in one entity) Mind and Heart, crying, dying covered in our blood and sweat (threefold) Now we sit, intermit, flail and flit, chip and hack, bit by bit (I am the murderer, I'm the fatality) This is it, this is it, this is it (They're just a vestige, count 'one, two, three') This is it This is a fucking nightmare They're right there The sick, black-and-white fright fare Prepping for the fight where no one wins See the silhouettes sneak on in (See the marionette restring) Encased within a sickly filament of arrogance They're happenstance of consciousness What do they think this is? (One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three) And why do they think to usurp me while I weep? (One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three) While I sleep (One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three) Theirs to reap One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three This is the end of me But I am not done yet Existence is transient There's still another sunset To be found inside this tangent So I will try again And perhaps when we become whole, it'll hold Perhaps that's optimistic And I'm not one for the mystic But I'd rather die trying Than to live and have missed it And I cannot resist, though futile it is to admit, to insist to use these gifts Cosmically kissed Analogous to the abyss Apollo and Artemis (we will not die) Perhaps we'll meet at Tycho Or somewhere more solar, yet colder This world's hard to shoulder But when Harmonia shines, Atlas beholds her So bathed in serenity, beauty, in synchronicity Blissfully entwined, divine So I will try one more time