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letra de hellscape - the broken poet society

[intro]
hide me
etch the writings
lest the timing of the chiming that’s left with the broken one
lie inside me
sigh beside me
coincide
and align these
poems
escape from the word’s undone
[verse i]
in the dark
beneath the sinner’s mark
i’m battered by the finds that lurk inside a beating heart
leave it all to genocide
can’t have a silent breath
but i dig the ancient ruins hidden
shattered in memoirs

[verse ii]
it’s always dying
as i extenuate these eyes
i watch it burn away
as its corners look inside my pride
a normal day behind inside the martyr
away from reality’s demise that had marred her
dazed by the glimpses of the demon that’s inside the nightmare that never had marked her
yet here i am unscr-ped by the languid lachrymose that has once left me macabre

[refrain]
hide me
etch the writings
lest the timing of the chiming that’s left with the broken one
lie inside me
sigh beside me
coincide
and align these
poems
escape from the word’s undone
[verse iii]
i was born to confine
but i’m running out of time
while i writhe what i write in the rites aligned
and all the broken signs had declined into sines that had shrines made of vines
i’m left with a fate resigned

[refrain]
hide me
etch the writings
lest the timing of the chiming that’s left with the broken one
lie inside me
sigh beside me
coincide
and align these
poems
escape from the word’s undone

[chorus]
i gaze with libertine inside me (hide me)
i try to hide but the silence leaves no reprieve (writings)
my mind feels like the numbing of glistening rain (chiming)
always so addicted
and while the hallways are filled with the shadow (hide me)
my thoughts fill as if they now had harrowed (writings)
and while sparrows that harrow the arrows (find me)
i am left without a trace
of trying to escape this h-llscape
[refrain]
hide me
etch the writings
lest the timing of the chiming that’s left with the broken one
lie inside me
sigh beside me
coincide
and align these
poems
escape from the word’s undone

[interlude]
and all the while i forsake all the things that has burned away from my world
yet it has cauterized the things that had once failed me
like kindle now the ashes – blackened – fall upon me
“remember this is just a dream,” now i’m miming
the dreams – they’re now falling
criticizing me with the cruel
nightmare that has taken hold
behind my dark pupils
and though they attempt to be my only pupils
they know not that they’re simply only pupals

[bridge]
the bridge of the sane runs a fine line
and though they come home
i won’t let them take my mind
on my own sign
with guise
i devise
a device that my mind made up of all the vices
with these letters that write up a story
find my writings
without them
the words
they’re not unholy
they’re just yet not that wholly
but they’re going where they’re knowing
as you start to realize that you had closely
realigned the letters that had solely burned inside me

[refrain]
hide me
etch the writings
lest the timing of the chiming that’s left with the broken one
lie inside me
sigh beside me
coincide
and align these
poems
escape from the word’s undone

[verse vi]
chained up with the memento
i know it’s not in me
is it what’s left of the mori?
but without sleep
what can control me
now that the dreams had seen this world that’s been unseen?
what is a dream
if the dream is the scheme
that ruins the ruins below me and knows me?
i know i fell asleep
without the memory and closely
falling without me and finally takes me down

[outro]
finally waking up

- the broken poet society

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