into the wild, we seperate and unfold;
not yet awake to tread the split-tongued path
in greater grief or with the end in sight.
unsung lament, i see
a filtered vision whilst i sleep
or even close my eyes.
here begins the root,
the dark hand approaching,
no illusion, no attachment.
no sympathy. no enlightenment.
i have faith in only one thing,
i believe in the end (until i don’t.)
released June 10, 2012
Additional vocals by Andrew Doyle.
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