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Good News!
Dear seeker
and
Tidings!
Dear dancer.
Behold
a
Ghost Dance
of secrets
To reliberate
free lancers
Through
Epiphanies unfurled
In Promethean sound,
Attended by
Monsters and
Maidens and
Clowns.
For this circus,
An orgy
Of bombast and rhyme,
A Revelucianary tale of
Dionysian design,
Sprinkled with Magick,
Serendipity entwined,
As madness falls first,
Then beasts are aligned
To
Set the Controls
For the
Heart of the Sun,
Through shapeshifting shadows,
'Til healing's begun.
'Cause
Everybody Knows
A Tempest Must Be.
And all can agree that
Lightning flies free.
Yet
Everyone knows a
Rainbow in need
of
That Spark
To ignite
Their colors
To bleed.
So
Hark now
Hell's Bells!
Feel how they chime,
Ringing a reckoning
In your sacred sublime,
And
Advance
As you may,
Eargasmic
The way,
With ecstasy
In hand,
And
Shadilay
At play! - Prophecy
- The Promethean Process
- Forty Six & 2
- Guiding Lights
- You Will Go Free
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Oh dummy, damn dummy
He promised a storm.
A tempest is brewing.
Now watch it take form.
As
Sunshine meets Lightning
To level the score,
And leave you like Griftwood
Dried up on the shore. - Prelude
- A Magickal Muse
- Revelations
- Dark Horse
- Umbra
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Lucid or Lunatic
You can decide,
But truth shall I speak
With nothing to hide.
A long time coming
To shake and expose
Sickening realities
So everyone knows...
Because fables were sold,
And stories unsaid
By some who are living,
And others now dead.
So this is for everyone
Left to bleed down the drain,
And all who starve,
And thirst in the rain
On altars of promises,
Through deserts of vows,
With no sign of the morning,
Where shadows devour the
Dreams of the children
Entombed in the shit
Of the righteous accusers
Who keep shoveling it. - Prologue
- A Providential Pursuit
- Everybody Knows
- Another Brick In The Wall .1
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So heed ye my words,
Or cast them aside,
But there's
A train bound for hell
With children inside,
Alone with the rats,
All drunk on the wine,
Force fed
From the bottle,
Forever entwined, and
Leeched by contagions
They can't understand,
Ensnaring their dreams
And snuffing their plans - Act 1
- All Aboard the Crazy Train
- Crazy Train
- Carrie
- Rats
- People Of The Lie
- Leaders Of The Blind
- Ticks & Leeches
- Children Of The Grave
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To be loved in the infinite,
Adored in the raw,
Like infant newborn,
Awakened to awe,To be healed,
Unconcealed,
Enrapt in
Love's thrill... - disc 2