CIRCLE TAKES THE SQUARE LYRICS

1. Our Need To Bleed

Flesh was to sever, a palette to harness the pain. With stainless steel, we took back control of our fate. His skin so fair, a newly stretched canvas. (here was born a filthy blood red mark)Redemption dies hard when you've ripped out the roots at the seams. Pins and needles bled our black blood hearts. Hold the knife closer, just nine more steps toward the gate...You've already swallowed the key.
Have you ever heard a scream this for real? Have you ever shattered silence...

Perpetuate the unpredicted, dying for these scars we wear. Scars are tokens of the present. Refusing to accept our share of shit.

Scars are forever, a testimony to our needs, undaunted by our shallow lives, our need to bleed. Flesh was severed, a testimony to our needs, undaunted by our fragile lives, our need to bleed.

Undaunted by our fragile lives. Our flesh was severed to the bone.

2. Eleven Owls Have Eyes

Surface, through the circuits, breaker breaker. Someone's calling but there's no one on the line. Positive, negative, negative, Breaker breaker. These wires are live, these wires are merging with the circuits, Breaker, breaker. Broken fuses spark, lighting, illuminating their blacked out eyes. Fading out...Father son and holy ghost...you can't find us in the dark. You can't save us when wires are cut. Houses haunted hurt the most. Vulnerability is created and defined by the night. Fall is getting closer. Ruled by the moon. Now that we're hiding in the darkness holding hands, now as we pray, as we are prey. Lead the way. Don't leave me bound here in desire, lead the way forever is too long to wait.
Time keeps on pulling the seconds away, preaching abandonment, intentions remain to embrace the sweet impossible. Time succumbs to the rhythm of a slowly fading pulse. Lights from flashlights flash on breakers, loose connections connected tight. Symmetry described by the minds intent. Eleven birds of prey take flight. Asymmetrical equations, borne to lack diurnal sight. Brown eyes begging her consent. White old woman of the night:

Right behind the lightening staring past the rain. Running down the red clay. Time succumbs to the rhythm of a slowly fading pulse...

3. Disclaimer To The Self

The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced with shit, this love affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on listening to our sanguine symphony. We'll keep conducting the color of midnight. When the muse whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep.
You must be mistaken my darling. This is not the prelude to a kiss, this is obsession, void of aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to the self, you sought your god in the tempest of self severed strings hammered out in the key of X.

This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense limitations dragging me down. Your transcendence of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir. This is my therapy, singing the praises of razor wire.

Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.

Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss goodbye is a kiss of death. Conducting our ballad with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine until our ears bleed. Orchestrating until we bleed.

4. Comes With The Fall

Shaking she's fearing that inside it's growing. Why can't they see? (feeding on the sunrise) Why can't they see? They're sprouting, why can't they see...they've taken their root in her womb...Feeding on the sunrise. picking my veins like a murderess murerous warmth take hold of me. Scratching through me.
They created this guilt, right?

They provoke all this shame, right?

They thrive on our guilt, right?

It's not just me alone in this cage?

Steal back the secrets of heaven and earth vs. striving to fulfill the purgation of dreams. Purging to fulfill the starvation of dreams. All of them witches, breaking a fast with the rise of the sun.

5. Houdini Logic

Chanting in the darkness for just one taste. Screaming bloody mary until my mirror breaks. Cheating on reason for just one glimpse of the disease riding on your lips.
Lay reason to waste.Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Breaking into you. Is like waking, waking the dead.

Burning inside you. Is like waking, waking the dead.

Burning inside you. As you bury, bury your dead.

How much did she see? She stole my skin, I lost it all of what shed. I lost it all to that flicker of pearly white. Those nails did lay rest another chaste and serpentine(lunar) sacrifice on the eighth or ninth.

6. In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless ill fated tapestry. Blistered fingers are tending their loom. She collects the strands to braid in to lives. Loggin the weft of an ageless woven infinity. Countless raw fibers are clawing the frame. A woman's work is never done. But the final stitch has got to come and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread.
That you curse, curse constantly. Tie the knot.

Nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed. A yearling that bears our sincere passions, is chosen, frozen and quivering, like the thread in the wake of a blade.

And so we compromise, so we sacrifice.

Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life. Risk as an indication of a healing sacrifice. Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed. Ignite the pyres, underneath a sedated mythology.

Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work faded scratches in stone. She tends to numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes. Keeping track of the time racing years wasting. Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking. Infinite ages the length of this quilts making. And we dance, and we dance in the stronghold... that you curse, curse constantly.

Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch? Held strong by the needle's sheen. Thats the thread that you curse. That you curse constantly.

An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay. An eternal patch frought with our decay, remembered forever til it goes away. From 6 states away, 5 years of guilt postmarked 4 days before my escape. My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile in this self conscious shake the memory of his smile. Igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.

Alter the deafening earthen tones, in the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames. Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking. Slowly breaking.

Dictate the deafening earthen tones

Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking

We can dictate the pitch of our weight bearing back breaking

Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking

We can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.

In the nervous light, the nervous light of Sunday.







CIRCLE TAKES THE SQUARE LYRICS