MESSIER 16 LYRICS

1. Scriabin: 12 Etudes, Op. 8, No. 11 in B-flat minor

[Instrumental]

2. Singular

While exploring,
Experimenting
And more often than not,
Failing at everything,
I suddenly realized,
Despite my attempts of integrity,
How fragile and erratic
My actions have been.
I think most of us
Search for a purpose,
And in that, we find
Different and better
Versions of our self –
It helps us connect
With our present design
To the will of our future heart.
Albeit, once we get there,
Everything in-between is just lost.
There are just more fragments.
As memories in mosaic display.
"When ugly weeds
Cover your island
Your sole thought shall be
The future of your imperative hand"

3. Omicron

As you rip off the scars on your fingers
And the iron seeps through a red soaked film
This is the human incarnation of molt
Catharsis corporeal
Glaring with flaming red bruised upper joints
With lingering numbness, and a stringent skin
These are the marks set upon your frame
From sombre thoughts and worthless efforts
See; the callous brought from pain
Tiny wounds heal quicker
Weave the stains all together
Hold on to the storm
Cling to the bone
Weep through the smoke
And listen to your agony
Float up to the crust
Exhaust your cask
Engage your poise
And be the sun of your former self
For a while, your boredom reaches new heights
As the compulsions go unfuelled
This is the epitome of self-attrition;
The place in which you start anew
See; the callous brought from pain
Tiny wounds heal quicker
Weave the stains all together
Hold on to the storm
Cling to the bone
Weep through the smoke
And listen to your agony
Float up to the crust
Exhaust your cask
Engage your poise
And be the sun of your former self

4. Sigma

Drowse, stagger, at the junction of eyes.
Faces, tumbling, tilt-shift periscope vision.
Crackle, pectoral sink, if only I knew better how to straighten my spine
Silent, deafening, shrieking, dampening – a mess of colours, tears frazil at dawn
How do I know what will leave the least amount of strife?
Flushed frontal lobe, a clearing for thought
I'd go for option four if I didn't manifold
Exhaust
Reckless movement
Hanging
Pills of no return sedatives
Submerging
Hypothermia
They all leave
Unbearable passive scars
The weight is too great to carry even before it's done
I spent years pondering why things turned out the way they did,
And whether or not I would be able to change
Old souls into something,
That would redeem my discoloured heart.
Did I choose the right return?
Did they respond the way I hoped?
Now that they're gone, I know the full extent of my pain.
It is time to revive and
Get well before I wither away.

5. Equinox

Once a child
Feeble and mild
Grew through fire
A burning and warm mind
Past stoneware jugs, in shade and chagrin
Two springy feet fly out from the dusk
"Loathsome reavers;
I've cast your slimy faces in the bog!"
Now, two adamant pillars lean against each other
At the uppermost point, interlaced complexion
"On an open canvas, every stroke shine like a firefly"
Was whispered in concord
Reason
Sober,
Rampant
Naïveté,
Silent
Weather storm,
Dust settling
We all hoped to conduct
A stream of thoughts
That would sing to the heart,
Sing words of longing:
"Ego hic non moriatur"
The voices of a wish
That shake the very bones,
Now with one foot under the sun
And another under the moon
Staring,
Flailing,
Soaring
Flames are now clear
Opened skylight,
Sealed shut
Stars are now breathing

6. Bore

[Instrumental]

7. Iota

I've been holding off on reason in favor of guilt.
It is too easy to lean back on old dust, while planning future feats.
My walls are glaring at me now.
Bone white with a hint of disgust.
The only drapery both in and outside of my head:
Sound, dirt, old air, mold, sleep and light.
Alas, it might be time to make a shift of companionship.
Show me out to the streets.
Meet my face at every crease.
I'd like to listen to all of your morose
And pluck the seams off for relief.
I know how walls crumples the mind,
But also how in the folds, there are answers to find.
I chose to be self-aware,
But despised to act honestly
My deeds for tomorrow,
Are my needs for today
This is how I apologize for my absence,
I'll be a foot closer to your hearts by now

8. Haze

[Instrumental]

9. Lotus

The heave, the solemn anxiety
The stems cling firmly to its thirsty roots
Singular eye, on top of the surface
Jugular sigh, chloroplast remains seep out
They left, what cloud rained on them?
Should my shame be set aside, and left to fester in the ground?
Root fissure cracks
Laden stem bent
Bruised panicle detached
Split amethyst petal floats away
I left all that I loathe.
Shame to lie in the murky bedrock
I cut off my invisible blot,
To set roots
In shallower waters
For everyone to see
In shallow waters
For everyone to see
Seedlings spring out
No longer obstructed
Discoloration fade
Closed bell, but safe from myself

10. Zenith

At the core of any decision
Lies a permeating ambition
To change and improve
One's ever evolving integrity.
To clasp the sombre
And to reach for the unknown,
Will eventually lead forward
And keep your heels firm on the ground
In a disheartened state
Or at the brink of depression
Resolve is not easily found
There's a blank plane
That flushes out, in a burning motion,
The will to choose
Point the very edge of your cornea
At the zenith of your mind
And stare into the nucleus
Stretch your arms up
And free your lungs and heart
From the clamping limbs
Imagine boring into the husk
Of the trepid mould of desolation
The heart of your gloom lies here
The crux of your anguish
With a stretch and a million crunches
Slowly eradicate the woes and griefs
Through persistence and grit
At the core of any decision
Lies a permeating ambition
To change and improve
One's ever evolving integrity.
To clasp the sombre
And to reach for the unknown,
Will eventually lead forward
And keep your heels firm on the ground
It might not be all for nothing
Deeds undone glare at self-pity
Charred in the back of your mind
Burns the heat of your toil
The heat of your toil
Will incinerate your fear
And frame the Zenith
As the incomplete and dismal past self

11. Zeta

We ride on the shoulders of giants
Of past surmounts and discoveries
We ride on the shoulders of giants
For the setting suns and rising moons
You had high trust in complacency
Before you knew what it meant
A generation held in fallacy
With peaceful, blissful gloom
We see more and farther than our predecessors,
Not because we have keener vision or greater height,
But because we are lifted up
And borne aloft on their gigantic stature
In that, we are not alone in being here;
We ride on the shoulders of giants
Of past surmounts and discoveries
As each giant call to his companion
Through the desolate intervals of time,
We climb up and out together.
We ride on the shoulders of giants
For the setting suns and rising moons
We see more and farther than our predecessors,
Not because we have keener vision or greater height,
But because we are lifted up
And borne aloft on their gigantic stature

12. Rho

Each day is a little life:
Every waking and rising a brief birth
Every new sun a quick youth,
Every going to rest a short death
You'll puzzle the thoughts you know,
Hastening to the reminders of old tales' fright.
So dense, your iridial bore
It's not for nothing you're looking to loosen your
Chains
This shroud is only for your others
Foam clouds to blind the azure
While your mind sails barren,
Clear in direction, but without wind
Nothing shimmers in a nightfall shade:
Neither stupor nor declination a slow ebb,
Not a new moon a quiet old age
No animation sprung in dishonesty
Come, stay by the hearth
Linger, don't let your own hellion be
Perched up is the sore in your eye
Leave the shackles to char in this place
A hidden winding temple
Wistful velvet eye shot
Caved in collar, coma airing
Zephyr lunging to get home,
To get home
To leave flown
Winged dome
Mind is stoned
Eyes cloned
Forced alone
Stuck with your bones
No shroud is solely for you
The steam veils are translucent enough to see
The ripples that would come crashing down
Unbound subjugation of the mind
Come, come, stay by the hearth
Linger, linger, don't let your own hellion be
To get home, and to leave flown,
Winged dome, and a mind stoned
Eyes cloned, forced to be alone
Elude your iridial bore







MESSIER 16 LYRICS