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Farewell Dreams
All songs written and performed by Flatline ©2004
Lyrics reprinted by permission.
The End (Derek Novotny)
Tonight I cry.
Tonight I pray.
Tonight I dream of tomorrows grave.
No walking away.
When you speak, do you feel sore because you see it’s not
absorbed?
Well, can you compromise and play my ear, you know, the one
that’s pushed aside.
From the tongue, you stain your lips.
Could you taste the breath you give?
Well, do you see my eyes as they go awry?
Just ‘cause they shake, they do not shift!
I forsake you… the more I don’t even try.
Stay numb. I’ll
tolerate this time.
I embrace you… the more I don’t even try.
Move on. I’ll
keep in rewind.
What you hear—what have you heard? And when I said, “…”, you can’t ignore.
And when it’s said, you sigh and only I will make the move to
another world.
From the tongue, you stain your lips and ever slowly close
your lids.
You start to come alive, ‘til you’ve open eyes and
there’s the wind that’s left to kiss.
I forsake you… the more I don’t even try.
Stay numb. I’ll
tolerate this time.
I embrace you… the more I don’t even try.
Move on. I’ll
keep it in rewind.
I embrace you…
…a poor and tasteless lie.
It’s only wasted time.
Decide design—choices of yours, decisions that you make.
The fallen eyes! Show
me the sweat, thin, bloody reddened eyes!
So dry inside and lacking life, lost pulse keeping me awake.
It could be mine… it could be lies!
And in your final hour… don’t you know what’s at stake?
And in your final hour… you make your move to try to take
your place.
And when you’re brought down to your knees, there’s but a
big grin on my face.
It could be yours… it could be lies!
Decide design—choices of yours, decisions that you make.
The fallen eyes! Show
me the sweat, thin, bloody reddened eyes!
So dry inside and lacking life, lost pulse keeping me awake.
It could be mine… it could be lies!
And in your final hour… don’t you know what’s at stake?
And in your final hour… you make your move to try to take
your place.
And when you’re brought down to your knees, there’s but a
big grin on my face.
It could be yours… it could be lies!
What’s it mean to hold everything so high?
To place it on the pedestal as if to praise the sky?
Kicked again, by everything you love.
Broken reasons… these are what dreams are made of!
It’s all a false impression of everything believed.
It’s closing in on me!
Everything you want to be, face all the problems that you
see.
It’ll get the best of me.
Question everything it’s for, do what it takes, settle the
score.
It’s all been done before.
With every step, you try to find another way to get around
the things that bother you.
In and out of every day, nothing ends here!
You’ll see it all come around again.
And when it all starts getting good is when it crashes to the
end.
The pressures build up.
Search for the reasons just to be.
It’s closing in on me!
It’s catching up with me!
Everything you want to be, face all the problems that you
see.
It’ll get the best of me.
Question everything it’s for, do what it takes, settle the
score.
It’s all been done before.
Torque
(Derek Novotny)
The tall white trees in the perfect nightmare, as the ghosts
rise above the air…
My words will glisten, shimmer and shine, as the specters
steal all that’s there.
Can’t you see what’s going on? Can’t you see that you’re unwelcome.
You’ve ruined my world, twice times three.
Away, sweet child, let me be free.
All our time you waste.
This sick spirit you embrace… is it worth it for the love
you chase?
You’ll see my arms are open wide, though I have clearly
been denied…
I’ve been beaten. I’ve
been thrown aside.
Time passes by, just as poison to share.
We have nothing left but damage beyond repair.
Our final time, I wash my hands on you… the apparitions,
though won’t disappear!
Are you blind to see what’s going on?
Can’t you see that you’re the problem.
You’ve ruined my world, twice times three.
Away, sweet child, let me be free.
Hail, my friend! Indeed,
your home is this place with blackened faces.
This place… it is your despair. This place… it is where we’ll share.
This place… where our fangs will grow!
In the time, our minds will flare alike.
Can’t you see that nothing is just “alright”?
Nothing is just okay.
Why can’t you just leave me be? Why are you the one with the unseen?
Why, oh why, must you pierce my soul with these flavorless
outtakes?
A
Prayer to Diana
(Derek
Novotny)
Tear into me, my tears will form the acid rain that will
drain upon what of thou heart remains. So
take thy hand and crush it down to sand. Now feed off of my pain.
Tell me the lies that are supposed to keep me here, alive.
In need of life, my soul off thou shall fully thrive.
So take thy heart and crush it down to sand.
This wait shall thrice be endured.
Oh, I hear angels weeping of once loved life that expired
right before it’s time.
Let’s rise above what’s left behind.
And I feel cured hearts that bleed, pure eyes read so inventively
into my life.
Hear cries from what it’s left behind.
Stare in my eyes, when I cry tears of blood from my mind and
never look behind or try to comprehend my signs.
My screams will be heard.
My pleas will be learned of.
My crucified words are forever in your life.
To bruise, to scar, to not forget this plight…
…and to make sure that you do not forget this night.
My light, our star, now darkened by device…
My promise—you will get yours thrice.
Oh, I hear angels weeping of once loved life that expired
right before it’s time.
Let’s rise above what’s left behind.
And I feel cured hearts that bleed, pure eyes read so inventively
into my life.
Hear cries from what it’s left behind.
One
Weakened Sect
(John Moore)
Slow wink and you try to evade me.
This term continues all too cryptic.
Alas, the white breath, that would escape me…
…what is it making you persistent?
And now my blink, a tear that’s oh so blind.
True color to abrase the thought. My mind,
a minus now, but where are the other signs?
Peel back the lids, I dare you, stare inside!
And at a glance… I thought it all came back together.
Is this the chance… it all could come right back together?
Now, I’ve slipped and you’ve come to take me.
This term continues none too vivid.
Alas, an icy quiver, come to shake me!
Why, visage, are you so twisted?
And now my blink, a tear that’s oh so blind.
True color to abrase the thought. My mind,
a minus now, but where are the other signs?
Peel back the lids, I dare you, stare inside!
My shaken stance… the naughted thought has to disperse!
And what of chance? I
think I’ll let it run its course!
An opened eye can tell of many lies, while the blurry one can
peer inside
to tell the tale that’s lasting line by line and to show
the color to the blind.
The
Line
(John Moore)
And once again, I find myself as one with this entity.
I find myself becoming this.
And every time, I find myself just waiting for that moment…
Will you embrace me as I’d wake you to this wicked phase?
Are we to call you “known”, to welcome home, to raise
these days?
Just like any other time, while I’m out of mind,
you’re so close to my face… again I cannot find
what lies in front of me—these statues raised in white!
Collect that rust or share my lust, you’re out of time.
See the sweat pour down my face, for my heart enjoy the race.
The line; it’s mine! It
hits me every time.
When I am lacking breath, I have this shape, with open wings
while I embrace
the line. It’s
mine! This line, you cannot take.
Will you evade before I take what’s mine—I take this
stage!
Am I to call you “known” or on your own to let you rage?
Just like any other time, while I’m out of mind,
you’re so close to my face… again I cannot find
what lies in front of me—these statues raised in white!
Collect that rust or share my lust, you’re out of time.
See the sweat pour down my face, for my heart enjoy the race.
The line; it’s mine! It
hits me every time.
When I am lacking breath, I have this shape, with open wings
while I embrace
the line. It’s
mine! This line, you cannot take.
And now we part, as rested as the last time.
So separate and fall into your nine to five, winding lives.
Close midnight eyes, and sleep child… sleep until the next
time.
When we leave you here tonight to follow paths tomorrow,
this candle is your light.
Short time brings such sweet sorrow.
I know you gave me away tonight. You left me at the gates that way.
All these words that you said to me; so empty, too
frightening.
And I hope the tears that I’ve shed will echo in all time.
Forever lost, I turn from the thoughts of the life lost so
carelessly.
By your side, I cry and I pray just to have back those days.
Here I lie, finding this comfort tonight.
I know you found your way, and I ascend the steps.
I’ll find my way.
All these words ever-echoing; so tempting, inviting.
And I hope the tears that I’ve shed will trail ‘til the
end of the line.
Beyond all, I extend my hands, reach for the light that
you’ve shed to me.
And I lay me down to die.
By your side, I cry and I pray just to have back those days.
Here I lie, finding this comfort tonight.
of Essence (Derek Novotny)
Tonight I cry.
Tonight I pray.
Tonight I dream of tomorrows grave.
No walking away.