THIS OR THE APOCALYPSE LYRICS

1. No Horizons

Five long years
A static perimeter engulfed the sky
And I think a sixth one could be deadly
I am compromised of words
Yet nothing seemed so small as my own printed hand

We don't drift apart unsung
We are pushed away by something dark.

And we do not go gently into anything at all [x2]

Conviction in the dying power of your city
Two dim-moon eyes stay fixed
On two worlds unjarred, coinciding

And all I hear is one single booming voice declaring “Now”

Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions? [x2]

I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt
I want to know if you ...lie!!

I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt
I want to know if you lie the way I lie

I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt
I want to know if you, I want to know if you ...lie!!

We ...do not go gently

And we do not go gently into anything at all [x2]

Five long years [x2]

Coinciding [x2]

2. Monuments

Harsh spoken cadence are these crooked lines we walk by
Yet brilliant beasts of flight
Don't cease to line our roads home
Drowned amongst a sea of faintly falling ashes

We, we cannot, we cannot came back here [x2]

Speaking through the slit in your tongue
Crying out that you belong
Just for you are bitter in thought
And you ate of your own heart

In gathering the fragments of the time we've sowed
We never chose the crops nor the tares
In burning what's left of every single field
How could you ever forget?

What is left to build here? [x2]

Of which do first we destroy? [x2]

Ancient sullen anger
Put your hands in earth
You were once the roots of something whole
Right there where you stand; put your hands in earth
There is nothing left to set us apart.

There can never be an end to all the graves and the dust
And we will never wash it from our hands
In carving your name into the marble stone
How could you ever forget?

How could you ever forget? [x2]

We, we cannot, we cannot came back here [x2]

Speaking through the slit in your tongue
Crying out that you belong
Just for you are bitter in thought
And you ate of your own heart

Immensity is now your greatest fear
As it calmly tracks your steps
In planting the seeds along your very home
How could you ever forget?

And all we have left are the monuments
How could you ever forget? [x2]

3. Two Wars

Of all the wars you've fought
Which one is etched along your headstone
Bygone, remote, and cast aside?
Did you hold your hands every single night?
Did you wash them in the waters of a grave?

Silence in sovereign fleet the hand that dare seize the fire
Struggle to sound above the piercing
Echo trill of this hapless, bloody sigh

Stalking in this fearful symmetry the trail back
To the hammer, the chain, and the furnace

Slowly they will tarnish and break
The tiger utters not his own name

And in triumph, and in glory
Our earth is blackened
In solace do we sing

I'm not ashamed
If blood is what you ask

Then I have nothing to offer [x2]

Your ghost is leaving; it has undone itself
In death they do speak low into our ears

“I've been waiting for this” [x2]

Slowly they will tarnish and break
The tiger utters not his own name

And in triumph, and in glory
Our earth is blackened
In solace do we sing [x5]

Unchanging

4. We Are Debt

I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes
And I have been one acquainted with the night
This is the last pinnacle left to face
An indefinite statement of time
I have been one acquainted with the night
Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind

No, there is no dawn [x2]

This silent rock is turning black [x2]

Opaque from the ceaseless

Our final cause is yours [x2]

The traveled street is a vein of blood
And we will rest amongst its whisper
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey
Our sleep amongst the earthly day

Life in a broken glass; drink from the shards
Forgive us of our blasphemies
In passing time our souls will stand ajar
Wider than the sky, that is what we are

Time is surely a loaded gun
For it has the power to kill
Without the power to die

I have been one acquainted with the night [x3]

Life in a broken glass; drink from the shards
Forgive us of our blasphemies
In passing time our souls will stand ajar
Wider than the sky, that is what we are

Opaque from ceaseless [x2]

From the ceaseless [x2]

5. Geist

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

6. Architeuthis

We're standing in water
Suppressed by man-made embankment
And you were just a channel
Heading westward from my arms from my choleric heart
>From my calm yet desperate hands
Seeking to tear limb from every second guess
With a choleric heart
Let the winds be shrill, let the water rise
And take all that's left of my own guile
We looked back towards the damage
And we were doomed to know the worst of it
By day, all our hopes, bare, swallowed whole in the brine
What of the stars, what of our kings
What of your selfish prayers for light?
Nothing yields our eastern skies
How could you let this happen?

We breathe... in darkness [x2]

And it seems while we were waiting prone
Famine had written fiend upon all our brilliant, desolated, plight [x2]

Staring straight ahead into the unmovable [x2]

Is it our pacing around the sun that made you fold your hands in grace? [x2]

Of but one thought we are now, within silence
And the waves stood dead
Reflected not the sky
Everything is still, panoramic night
I will share your grave, atop the floodwater
I will share your grave, with every throne consumed

Words unnecessary, screamed indifferently
Rings of foreign masses, dark mobility

These are the walls that shake when the earth is silent [x2]

To become passion

These are the walls that shake when the earth is silent

To become passion [x2]

7. The Polymath

In conduits we drift apart
There is vastness within an all around us

Though we may deny ourselves the thought
That this was something real
I can finally say that I'm not dead yet
There are no chains
As tight as the search for something real
How they burn the skin of the vehement

Both last known bodies of matter, drifting into themselves
We're caught in the teeth of our temper
We are what we consume

You create what you are [x2]

Appeal, on which the ground you stand
Appeal, in the throes of death
Appeal, in a delirium of sleep
Appeal, for our strength is gone

Spoken by a man unbound
Taught beneath the hands in shackles

It has invited a scourge
What makes you think you give of anything at all?
The killer hides his face
The stoic waits his turn
We all had our chance

Both last known bodies of matter, drifting into themselves
We're caught in the teeth of our temper
We are what we consume

You create what you are [x2]

Apparitions show themselves deep within ruminative voice
It is man himself who speaks at length of wars that go unnoticed

And it is truly all you have [x2]

No blueprints
And it is truly all you have
No warning
And it is truly all you have

8. Memento Mori

I started yours, as will I end
For all we are, a moment stolen
Rather than given
Torn from the hands of boundless whisper

There is no shame
There is no peace

And in vision, a greater whole, a closing earth
And there is so much left to be said

9. Mauna Kea

What was it about that outstretched knight
That made you tie your hands?
With your soul fastened to the earth, and no birds sing

My best man hears the golden verse but he don't even know

But he don't even know

We've loathed ourselves more than our vices [x2]

You're two handfuls of soil
Thrown against the pavement

Why won't you grow? [x4]

Batter this nation; batter its heart
Just like an usurped town, to another due
There is rhythm underneath the failing arches

Just let me through [x2]

I'll come like a foreign tirade
With anguish moist and fever-dew
Enmeshed in all the shackles of decline

And they'll scream to you that I have thee in thrall
Just let me through [x2]

Just let me through [x2]

We are the rain fall
We break apart across the stones

And we seek another river
Half flushed like my lady's throat
Joined back together and tumbling wayward

Tumbling wayward

But we are not the water
No, we are no water at all
For our earth is cold and dry, and no birds sing

We've loathed ourselves more than our vices [x2]

You're two handfuls of soil
Thrown against the pavement

Why won't you grow? [x4]

10. Elegiac

My place lies not in the immortal sea
I am just a penance; diurnal unbalance
A fissure is shutting off in between the song that we don't hear
The end that we don't feel

We will walk ever calmly in the sound of your warfare
No motion, no force
Rich beyond the wealth of kings
Of bane we know of not to witness
But in the grass that rises from the grave.

That is us [x3]

A thousand notes ring out. That is us
The chill that is in your gut. That is us

The acknowledgment rash in all your solitude
Is the weight of the human nature
A busy spade left unremembered in plain view, again
Alive in thoughts too deep for any tears
The silence of the spirit, a mutilated bower
We throw in vein against our very earth
The sky is bearing down
Piety in guilt

We will walk ever calmly in the sound of your warfare
No motion, no force
Rich beyond the wealth of kings
Of bane we know of not to witness
But in the grass that rises from the grave.

All we are is the debris
Spinning around and around, betrayed [x4]

Go and gather all we know in purest silence
In purest silence [x2]

Then nothing more [x16]







THIS OR THE APOCALYPSE LYRICS