Dream (Outro from Calamity)

[Intro]
(Endlessly, helplessly, ceaselessly, callously)
(Senselessly, tactlessly, fractally, haplessly)
Panic at the thought of what the thought will bring (Slow)
Apathy, entropy, agony, ecstasy
(Agony, tragedy, patterned duality)
In who to be, when we unleash all these harmonies' maladies (Old, sick)
(Haptically grappling me, backing the apathy)
(Happenings hardly seem happening in sanity)

I don't know if I can go another round of cacophony (Cold)
My sympathy's draining me dry (Heart)
(Stats are the adversary, friends are insanity)
(Feelings still claw at me, logic will rot in me)

How much deeper can they dig my sunkеn eyes? (Mind)
(Dissonance will grow as thе greys start to fall from me)
Where's the line?
Won't they just let me writhe inside
And let my sides aside so they can realize (Slay)
(Trying holistically, failing consistently)
To let me die (Soul)
(Sits in insistence, these ids, cysts' persistency)
That that'd be fine?

At least then I'd finally hear silence and sleep well one night (Blood)
(Pick and see sinfully, hypocrisy picks at thee)
And yet here we are, sopping wet (Falls)
(Victim and culprit entwine in one entity)
Mind and Heart, crying, dying covered in our blood and sweat (Threefold)
Now we sit, intermit, flail and flit, chip and hack, bit by bit
(I am the murderer, I'm the fatality)

This is it, this is it, this is it
(They're just a vestige, count 'one, two, three')
This is it

[Verse 1]
This is a fucking nightmare
They're right there
The sick, black-and-white fright fare
Prepping for the fight where no one wins
See the silhouettes sneak on in
(See the marionette restring)

[Verse 2]
Encased within a sickly filament of arrogance
They're happenstance of consciousness
What do they think this is?
(One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three)
And why do they think to usurp me while I weep?
(One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three)
While I sleep
(One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three)
Theirs to reap

[Bridge]
One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three
This is the end of me

[Verse 3]
But I am not done yet
Existence is transient
There's still another sunset
To be found inside this tangent
So I will try again
And perhaps when we become whole, it'll hold

[Verse 4]
Perhaps that's optimistic
And I'm not one for the mystic
But I'd rather die trying
Than to live and have missed it
And I cannot resist, though futile it is to admit, to insist to use these gifts
Cosmically kissed
Analogous to the abyss
Apollo and Artemis ([we will not die])
Perhaps we'll meet at Tycho
Or somewhere more solar, yet colder
This world's hard to shoulder
But when Harmonia shines, Atlas beholds her
So bathed in serenity, beauty, in synchronicity
Blissfully entwined, divine
So I will try one more time