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Another Lie
03:11
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Red skies and crystal breath
It seemed like this was home
The dreams that meant everything
Don't mean much to me now
One careless word
We said forever
We never dreamt it would be
A lie
Promises and innocence
Naievity and arrogance
It didn't take that much
For it all to fall apart
One careless word
We said forever
We never dreamt it would be
A lie
We thought we meant
To say forever
We'll never lie again
We'll never lie again
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Troubled Sleep
04:45
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I can't help but feel we're all on the edge
A heartbeat away from the void
The capacity for violence, compromised ideals
The mythology of self: destroyed
I can't help but wonder have we gone too far?
I no longer trust what we've become
Every new tragedy widens the divide
The damage is already done
It's time to draw a line
How far can they push you?
If we don't draw a line
Then what are the principles for?
This silence doesn't frighten me, but maybe it should
Something is going to break
The illusion of safety shatters before me
Hollow rage swallowed in its wake
It's time to draw a line
How far can they push you?
If we don't draw a line
Then what are the principles for?
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The Witching Hour
04:29
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These fleeting words
Cut to the bone
Cast out your rage
On these barren shores
I can't forget
The taste of the tears
Transfixing me
Until my soul has gone
I don't believe
Things are set in stone
I still recall
The language of desire
These fleeting words
Cut to the bone
I still believe in
The language of desire
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Two Ravens
03:59
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As I was walking all alone
I heard two ravens picking at a bone
The first unto the other did say
Where shall we go to dine today?
In yonder glade by the waning light
I spied beneath the leaves a new slain knight
And nobody knows that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair
His hawk is to the hunting gone
His hound to fetch the wild fowl home
His lady's taken another mate
So we may make our dinner sweet
You'll strip the flesh from off his thigh
And I'll pluck out his bonnie blue eyes
With a lock of his golden hair
We'll thatch our nest as it grows bare
There's many a maid for him will cry
But none shall know that he has died
O'er his white bones as they grow bare
The wind shall blow forever more
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Doors In The Labyrinth Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
postgoth/darkwave from Pittsburgh
Doors In The Labyrinth is the work of josh loughrey, seeking to bring his past experiences (noise, folk, ambient, film scores, synthpop, techno) together to create dark narrative songs.
Doors In The Labyrinth recommends:
Procession Magazine Presents...The Unquiet Grave: The Final Chapter
by The Unquiet Grave
The final installment of the legendary underground goth compilation series! A part of dark music history, and you should grab it now!
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