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Geist

This Or The Apocalypse
This is it, all we've worked for
Foreign and cold to the touch
The freeze and they do burn
These silent indications
Only we could keep them under control
You breath an ordained smoke
Please don't blow it towards me
Or hold my hands and tell me I am worthy of something withstanding

In short and uneasy motions
We let our youth just slip away to fill a giant urn
Revived within ourselves in symphony and song
With limbs like lifeless tools, darting towards the sun

I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home
Through fog-smoke white, no starlit sky
Nor dim nor red, just an idle painted ship
Upon a painted ocean
We're glowing again
I shot dead the only one we had to guide us home

Thoughts unhelped by the wind
In solitude they down

I have carried them
I, though silent, I am your brother

Weaving circles [x3]
Around our hearts
Weaving circles
Inaudible as dreams of that eternal language we commit to

We commit to

I have carried them
I though silent,

I am your brother [x4]

This is it, all we've worked for
Foreign and cold to the touch
And everything we gave has tied us unto this earth
Quietly shining bold
And I am your brother