Black Seared Heart
where laughter and sorrow collide.
Scattered are the pieces which time forgot.
See the cracked mirror walls,
emerald mist flowing down the halls.
Shattered pieces of a forgotten puzzle.
Feel the shaking of my room,
welcome to my most humble tomb.
Lay your head upon the crimson velvet pillow.
Relax as I tell you a tale
when lunacy reigned and madness prevailed.
Long nailed fingers run through silken hair.
Our poison tongues now dance,
wet with entrancing liquors.
We drown in burning ecstasy,
but you seek something more t
Circle Dream
[ Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant ]
[ percussion: Paulinho Da Costa ]
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness," calling me "dear."
But I whispered, "no, I can't rest here."
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.