The day we died will be celebrated
oh such a glorious moment it might be

there were men atop of horses and horses atop of men

http://www.animecrazy.net/evangelion-2.0-you-can-not-advance-watch/144171

from the color of her hair
to the shape of the shirt draped over her breasts
her class is shouted
the aesthetic speaks volumes for us to learn

i hope he notices what he can
while he is able to make it out alive
the heirlooms of lust
are not more than heirlooms of loss

As he gazes upon her painted face
i hope he sees the many hands
that have past their dirty fingers along skin so soft
none washed, none cleaned, none as genuine as either party would hope

its not her smile
its not her walk
and its not her voice
she is nothing but poison

my boy, will learn this later than sooner
and won't know what to do with it all

do you look upon the sky with hope?

do not cast a shadow among the men
our morale is not in its best way

the birds do not beat their wings
waves have fallen silent
and our sails obtain deaf ears to the wind

gentlemen...
today is the day that i die
today is the day that you die
today is the day that we die

At this hour, my city bares its teeth so its luster is in the forefront.
I only walk with the hope to inform myself on the beasts and the creatures of dusk.
With no light to back my wheels I travel the paved scales to which little mind I pay. Tonight is no different, I am making my way through and taking it all roof by roof, room by room. Presence of the long arm is felt, there is never a minute of reprimand to the standard deviance of the times. The tranquility of silence entices me forth, never similar to years before, I am one with nothing and none with everything. I soar amongst the lamps, I have but one thought, “how did this come about, what have I done that has yet to show return?” A passing, a halt, the constant feeling of empty pursuit before the turn. Walking, running, climbing to find the air that is suitable for breath… This is the time in which I know the matters of the creatures and beasts that reside in the streets… at this hour. The color is blue and the word will be fear, tonight the color is blue and the word will be fear, tonight, the lover/mother is blue and the world will know fear. The time in which I know the matters I face when I make my way through and take everything in, roof to roof, room by room; so I can hear that last ghastly, triumphant rattle, and know it was not all in vain. Tonight their color is blue and my word will always be fear

alice ep
dorothy ep

alice ep will essentially be instrumental
momerath
+
'painter without a canvas' reworked
+
finger tap instrumental (or) new vocal instrumental


dorothy ep
absolutely nothing in the works...
alice will be done first