The rain is too cold to wash me clean,

getting thicker and thicker with every homeward scene.

I see more in Euripides than Man;

does that mean I am motionless and cold?

I feel as though I'm frozen in stance,

but energized when great floods unfold.

Is the language dead because it needs no life,

or because it died at the hands of time...

worn away to bland stereo-effigies un-knived

and lost its taste from the Human Crime?

Brachiation

My mind began to churn,

with the association given to me

by someone I once knew:

Of lonely Man and lonesome tree;

of bitterness and disgust

and the nature of our ways.

When I see branches bare,

I think of skeletons and dust.

I think of washing clear

the hours buried deep in mud;

the slowly cycled breaths,

pushing out and pulling in

instead of being one

with the nature of our ways.

To be alive and seething hatred

for what I am one part of;

surely, hypocrisy or hegemony.

It must be another piece of the bleating love

proclaimed alongside dominance.

I think, instead, it is of my blood,

the blood of every memory

carved into our millennia.

And, unlike the naked trees,

who return as life unsheathed,

we will find our fate so feazed

at the glaring violence of our ways.

Invisible Wounds (Dark Bodies)

Dark bodies floating in darkness

No sign of light ever given

Imprisoned in a world without a memory

Unconscious, or am I conscious?

Cut from the heart I am part of

Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in Heaven

And I saw my own face in the dark and lonliness

And I saw my own face like a spark

In dreams, I see myself flying

Closer to the Sun, and I'm climbing

Tried to touch the Sun,

but the brightness burned my eyes

Unconscious, or am I conscious?

Fell from the sky like a star

Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in Heaven

And I saw my own face in the dark and lonliness

And I saw my own face like a spark

Dark

Dark

Dark

My life was so dark

Dark

Dark

My mind was so dark

Dark

Dark

My life was so dark

Dark

Dark

Everything was dark

Unconscious, or am I conscious?

Fell from the sky like a star

Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in Heaven

And I saw my own face in the dark and lonliness

And I saw my own face like a spark frozen in Heaven

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Dark bodies floating in darkness

Man is obsolete.

And so, I stumbled onto a concept album. I was reading an excerpt about a Fear Factory song I was listening to, and ended up reading a bunch of stuff about what the album it's on was about. And it was really cool.

And it shows that it isn't only douchebags that create deeper art.