High Tide Theatre
from Prone Burial by Void Dancer
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lyrics
Draw the curtains.
The drama begins.
Unconvincing as you swim against a current of retroactive sin.
Traverse the waters, a sea of excrement.
In my rendition of the tides,
we hold our breath as oceans rise.
Line the shore with usurpers and nonbelievers,
dragging anchors to pull the rest of us down.
Die young unless you want to live to mourn.
Die young before you have to face yourself.
In my rendition of the tides,
we meditate as spirits rise to occasions and curse the sanctimonious alter. Reflections becoming stagnant in consciousness until we drown.
The cycle never-ending.
The lunar phases press upon your chest, there is no intermission.
The fourth wall breaks with millions in attendance.
A sea meets the sky, sink or levitate.
The harvest moon illuminates my sacrifice.
A bioluminescent theatre with hypnotizing light.
In the deep end is where I learned to swim.
Give me a reason to survive with no support from either side.
Heavy and hollow, if the driftwood won’t sink, then neither will I.
Give me a reason to survive.
To breathe above the tide.
Line the shore with my failures.
The non-believers throwing roses.
Take a bow.
The drama begins.
Unconvincing as you swim against a current of retroactive sin.
Traverse the waters, a sea of excrement.
In my rendition of the tides,
we hold our breath as oceans rise.
Line the shore with usurpers and nonbelievers,
dragging anchors to pull the rest of us down.
Die young unless you want to live to mourn.
Die young before you have to face yourself.
In my rendition of the tides,
we meditate as spirits rise to occasions and curse the sanctimonious alter. Reflections becoming stagnant in consciousness until we drown.
The cycle never-ending.
The lunar phases press upon your chest, there is no intermission.
The fourth wall breaks with millions in attendance.
A sea meets the sky, sink or levitate.
The harvest moon illuminates my sacrifice.
A bioluminescent theatre with hypnotizing light.
In the deep end is where I learned to swim.
Give me a reason to survive with no support from either side.
Heavy and hollow, if the driftwood won’t sink, then neither will I.
Give me a reason to survive.
To breathe above the tide.
Line the shore with my failures.
The non-believers throwing roses.
Take a bow.
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from Prone Burial,
released April 22, 2022
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Void Dancer Seattle, Washington
deprivating progressive death
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Apr 2022 -
May 2020