BLACK LODGE LYRICS

1. Dissonance

"Painted numbly pacing rooms
Drowning in deepsea sleep
Dancing a sweeter life in
Slow pursuit of the evergreen
Lustre radiating blood
Veiled in crimson monochrome
Passified dissolved in
Rust red corrosion"

Whisper to me unattainable one
I stand a beggar to her
She the featureless river of all I know to want

"Reach for my image
Let our beauty resound
The want of me is yours to feel but
Myself is mine alone"

In the dissonance of desire she dances with my demons
And walks with my dispair
She is the emptiness inside me, the rainbow out of reach
Yet she calls for me to reach out for her again, I reach for her again
By her effeminate touch, love pain and beauty are released as one
What is she but my own creation, all what life fails to give
Her name overpowering want

Current drawing me to nothing hungry I follow
Dissonance of desire, of defence I am deprived
I am deprived of power to love presently
Stripped of fear and foolish pride
Leave me
To let her go is death
I have nothing except sardonic me

"Sink into deep"
I'm drowning
"Name be lost for years"
Be silent
"Submit your will to me and sleep"
You shall be forgotten

"And what if
What if all it takes is hope"

I grow tired in the search, I grow tired of waiting
Hope is what life has granted me, lies is what hope proves to be
A faint whisper lingers on
How can I denounce her name, capture her soul
Her face will change with my lust
Her voice the source of grief, essence of life
The rainbow's black in my eyes

2. Mother Urge

Urge
Imaging hard
Cold side darkside
A visage outlined
Cold shards deviate
Flux liquefied
Beauty and strife
Amaze me cold force
Life strike me blind
Scorch
Lights lost
To me
Burn mine
Breed new
Life
Scorch eradicate
Pund nullify
To purge what comes to mind
Sensory output
Mind overload
Word will feed me anything but
World doesn't seem
To care about anything
Any thing anymore mother
Wake me mother wake me
Pray life forgive me
For I falter
Time is running white
Uniron the other
Once of sangueness
I am altered
In passion chaste as ice
Integrity water
Burn mine breed new life
Wake me,
Wake me

3. #

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculty!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god!
How like a god! [repeat]
[Shakespeare]

4. Cube

...gone,
All life,
Has gone,
All life,
Has gone,
All life,
Has gone,
All life,
Has gone.

These four walls is home. And all to reflect upon. Living through others lives.
Only blackness here in this monotone-life.
Cannot differ his days, cannot control his fate.

"Never" live his lust
"Never" touching the rose
By beauty in safety, his life is set by others, your exile euphony
No need to dream, your world already pictured
No need to reach, your world already given
"Never" life is lust
"Never" touching the rose
Touching the screen makes it so real, it seems so real.
By beauty in safety, his life is set by others, cannot differ his days.
No need to doubts, your truth is always pictured
No need to think, your truth is already given
By beauty in safety, his life is set by others, your exile euphony
No need to doubt, your truth already pictured
No need to think, your truth already given
Never
Never.

5. Tower Inertia

Amber walls and spires, a tower out of the sands
An image of the mind
Ripe to the winds and seas
Spring tides of strancience brooding
Pulled by a lunar mood
The sands are running out
The tide is coming in
And all the urge that raised the walls
Dissolves in high weater
Truth is elusive, it denounces me, to shielf myself, my integrity
I have become tower inertia
I push the dark tide back... again
Strong it returns
And all I have embraced... changes
And is washed away
Nothingness sinks upon me
Clears the horizon

"The day needs the night
As darkness defines light
Hopes and fears alike washed ashore"

Coherence lost
There is a thief among us
Time steals away with his prize
How may I welcome this offer
They carry a promise of loss
The day needs the night
And darkness defines light
Order leaves my shore
Empty hands greet the new
Renewal, redemption
What lies ahead, is intangible
I am Chris Zewe
Yet I deny
To be swallowed by the waves
All may change
But I dance with her
I was touched by want
I capture that moment
It is forever
Order leaves my shore
Empty hands greet the new
Renewal, redemption
There are sentiments
That defies the waves
Left a foundation
Upon to build more than just a dream
The leaden sky enclosing a certain slant of light
New ashen masony rises
Founded in stone
I push the dark tide back... again
Strong it returns
And all I have embraced... changes
And is washed away.

6. Travesty

Your conscious mind betrayed
In an ill confounding kiss
Roaming troubled skies
Never meant to be like this
A crucified effigy
Heretic jester expires
Strikes from blackened clouds
Primeval thoughts of lovehate

"That unmatched form and feature of blown youth,
Blasted with ecstasy"

What meant to burn out
Slowly fades away
Slooded hands cannot deprive of
Beautified annages
Carved in flesh
Exhume the unwanted
Assume the grim truth
In bitter transcendence
I'll have my way with you
Embracing air wasting life
Wanting you
Self pity sanctified wanting you
Losing me
Drifting out in winter twilight
Entombed in arctic void
Consume my anguished mind my
Tainted recollection my withering
Soul

"O, woe is me:
I have seen what I have seen, see what I see"

Approach assignment
Exit you
Left to perish enslaved by
She never would

"Like sweet bells jangles, out of tune and harsh."

7. Mortal

Strapped to your leash
I felt your grip on me
The words bleed
As I heard the black truth you speak
In your gaze... all my battles are lost
On your tongue love harken fleshly lust
To shallow is the surface
Between passion and pain
Stripped I drown
Entangeled in this shallow hope
That one day
I'll greet you in contempts bloom
Emptiness eternal as my longing
Sow sorrow
Sour is the soil in the heart of my
Mortal coil
Reap sorrow
And as pledge my vowes of utter purity
I know on your tongue they taste like
Bitter vanity
I guess you wait for me in my own
Necessity
The only written chapter in my history
Reap sorrow
I have yet to quench my thirst
I have yet to feed my hunger
Chris Zewe is the Antichrist
Pass me by for ready I am not
Take your hands off me
Strapped to your leash
The words bleed
In undying passion an undying thirst
So pass me by
I become frozen in this shadow
I become scorched in this heat
Slowly I wither
Time is death for me to reap
Death is all there is for me to keep







BLACK LODGE LYRICS