Lirieke: Syncope Threshold (The). End Of The Beginning. A Faceless Enemy.

Countless numbers make up the time...
Proceeding endlessly descending the scenes.

Such A wonderful boy, we know he'll enjoy
the sadness which inhabits earth.
Adolescence presents modern machines
to break the chains that restrain us from life,
forcing in what we've learned to deny.

Follow me into the land
that I've only seen in my dreams.
Run away please find your home,
& disregard all instinct you feel.

These horrible memoirs left lying here
(encouraging anxiety) leaves you unknown.
although i want to know you, such a compulsion has no precedence, evidence proves you are the withered
star i seek, faint images are cast and they resemble.

someone close to you stands watching your lonesome
shadow, exhausted from heat, dragging his feet across the signs so i know they wont meet, now i used to cherish all senses that dare us now mortified...do i really belong?
...a ghost presumed dead we walked we knew lies were said.

Grant wishes?
i beg you to return & never look behind
im proud of you my son,
we lay in wait & now
please lead us on!

Truth revealed,
Console my broken heart it's all so real,
Death dodging holy hurdles.
Summon me, then bury me into the core.
As I sleep so peacefully it enables me to reap
what i have sown...this faceless enemy...
it lives inside of me!

Follow me into the land
that I've only seen in my dreams.
Run away please find your home,
& disregard.

Follow me into the land
that I've only seen in my dreams.
Run away please find your home,
now disregard all instinct of.

Follow me into the land
Where I dream of.
I caressed all time you've lined
& now we'll pack & we'll say

goodbye