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The final strokes are made upon the canvas
completing my life's work sprung from chosen isolation
My relatives are watching me from afar
from a safe distance where I have kept them over the years
They could never understand my passion
or cope with the fact of how driven I am
Determination has been the spark in my life
and has kept me balanced through creative ups and downs
I feel that art has chosen me
and I am merely a puppet in its grasp
Fulfilling me, a soul in bloom
An old vessel filled with the breath of life
Sudden anxiety is washing over me
I have spilt everything to complete this painting
and yet again I stand with nothing
- the weight of an empty canvas on my soul
Many times I have faced this
and sometimes the struggle gets hard
I've been taking it out on people once close to me
until I've managed focus again
I live my life the way I must,
but I've sacrificed a lot
I barely speak to my wife anymore
and I am a stranger to my own children
I could never make them understand
and I surrendered that thought years ago
I've become my own martyr and I know my loss
Trading youth of the soul for a crown of thorns
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A stream of sadness goes like a wave through me
My old friends Anxiety and Grief are here once again
Is this the last magic pouring out of me?
Have I drained the source of my gift?
The room starts to spin and I'm short of breath
Sharp pain rips my chest
I get the joke, now it's my time
The Bells of the End are chiming for me
Hard bright light and then I'm gone
Slowly I regain my sight
Where am I, what is this place?
Am I still in my physical form?
Far away I hear people cry
Some mourn and some curse my name
Now I reap the fruits of the life I lived
My children weep for me and I feel so ashamed
I fade away into the dark
and embrace fear and regret
Suddenly I'm in my childhood room
A bright silhouette appears by the foot of my bed
She spoke to me with a soft voice:
"You may never return again.
Take my hand and join me, friend.
Come answer your questions".
"What I am I cannot reveal
You are here because of how you feel
Only you can make this illusion real
On this final journey you hold the wheel"
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The alarm sounds and I get out of bed
pack my bag and eat my breakfast
I'm eight years old and on my way to school
tracing that feeling of something I lost along the way
I'm feeling so blessed in my blue-eyed shape
Not a worry in the world, driven by curiosity
So happy because I know
father will pick me up after school
But father never showed up that day
and he would never see me again
Instead mother met my in tears that evening
and this beautiful day ended in pain
His death came like a shock to me
and it turned my world upside down
I'm clinging on to that little boat
that I'm riding in the roaring storm
This was the day
when I lost my mother as well
though her body was here
she was always somewhere else in mind
This was when I started to paint
poured out my feelings inside on a canvas
What was hard to put in words for me
flowing like an ocean of grief to be framed
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Flickering light dancing before me
Headache out of this world
Tubes going in and out of my system
Flashback of my death or is this happening now?
Surrounded by familiar faces
accompanied with the sound of an EKG
They say they are here for me and tell me to fight
I can't decide if I should give in or if they are right
In the blink of an eye they are all gone
I stand on a meadow at the age of seventeen
Far away I can see circling ravens
casting shadows on the cradle I had as a child
The cradle fades and the ravens are gone
and the feelings inside are hard to ignore
There she stands before me
The oracle of my dreams
"Why you are here I cannot tell,
what you must find in your personal hell
are the things that made you live
when life had most to give".
The Oracle disappears in a cloud of light
and leaves start to fall to the ground
The smell of rain is carried with the winds
The Mistress of the Fall appears
And she points at me with crooked fingers
and her touch shivers me to the bones
I knew who she was from the start
because her words pierce my heart
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I Was Failing To See
04:55
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I was 17 when she broke my heart
tore everything inside me apart
The first time I ever confided in a girl
and I should have know I was not the one for her
And I relive the pain once more again
I wonder when this journey will end
So far I've only faced the hardship of life
What is the message I'm failing to see?
Watching me paint all those dark images
Feeling the flame all over again
Digging deep within my wounds
to drink from the source of creation and then...
... I realize that my art is the clue,
the key to unlocking what I believe to be true
For every obstacle I ever faced
I've transformed them into art
Coming out from the battle stronger than before
though denied the love from whom I adored
It never stopped me from pursuing life
and eventually I'd meet my wife
The Mistress of Fall crumbles into dust
and is devoured by the ground before me
So many things that I've loved and lost
but I've kept their essence within!
Fading now into somewhere else
Feeling the Flame all over again
Digging deep within my wounds
for the message I was failing to see
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Dwelling Deep Within
05:44
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A grey day it was and I remember it clearly
Rain both outside the window and in my heart
I was working on a painting like I used to
when my phone suddenly rang
I could hear that she tried to tell me goodbye
but her words were so strange to me
She was ever so present which was a surprise
since she had withered away for years mentally
When I found Mother in her room it was too late,
she had swallowed too many pills
And she left me a note saying "Please forgive me,
Live your life, you will do great!"
And I spilt my darkness all over the canvas
uncontrolled energy flowing free
Not enough paint to match my sorrow
There was too much frustration in me
But also this sadness would wear off with time
and I found that the world kept spinning
Even though I tried to deny it
there was a new beginning after the horrible end
Eventually I came out on the other side
an emotionally broken excuse of a man
but my wife and children stood me by
they helped me through the pain
"Focus on the living,
they're all you've got
Don't waste your life chasing ghosts",
they used to say.
But the ghosts will never leave me,
they live through my art
Even here in this shape I'm in,
dwelling deep within my heart
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Lifeline
04:45
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Vivid pain takes me back
to my hospital bed
Bright light, cannot breathe
listening to what is said
"Do something! He's dying here!"
And the sound of a screaming EKG
The pain's wearing off and I relax
tracing back to that feeling I had in my youth
Out of body experience
Open casket, but that's not me
Old, worn, withered, scarred
A body deprived of the breath of life
Flowers surrounding the coffin
Songs are sung in praise of who I was
but I cannot understand their meaning
because I left my mortal flaws with that skin
Everybody dies alone, now I know
The unresolved that I leave with them
is something I cannot change
and I hope the void in their hearts will heal
"I do not deserve your tears" I screamed
"I was a failure as a husband and father"
If this is just a dream
I would change everything, I would change my ways!
I would earn your love and in the end your tears
and the flowers and your mournful songs
Something change within and I lose my sight
as my lifeline is uphill and downhill again on that screen
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8. |
Flatline
05:25
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Opening my eyes
I ache and I feel that I'm strapped into bed
My wife and my children are sitting around me
With tears they smile and they move me deep
They whispered to me that they were so afraid
and that I could never leave them
But I wasn't really there before
so how could I believe them?
If roles were reverse I would not care for them
If roles were reverse I would abandon them
Is it love or obligation that keeps them here
I cannot tell
But I rest my weary head
with comfort in the thought
that I can overcome this
I can make it worth their while
And that empty canvas will remain blank
I will let go of the ghosts of the past
and cherish each day living
as if it was my last
A voice far away whispers
and lights go dim for me
A moment of inner peace
as the line goes flat for me
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9. |
[Void] (Instrumental)
02:19
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