turn discerning eyes inward to descry
vericolored veins animated by
moonlit metamorphs mercurial and saturnine
sunburst faculties unmasking tired fallacies for lies
cast down questions now, here there are no whys
many layered minds easy to disguise
multiplicity, simplicity in fractured time
when and where no wonder wandering to phantom cries but
so says I: drain me dry
horizons melt and mend
I can feel them running in my head
gods and demons tell
ten foot tales in capillary beds
sound the depths to find
shadows soaked in histories ahead
ride on, favored sons
worlds unwon running in my head
running in my head
divide to be identity
divide to be lycanthropy
brave the bends, odds with ends
vivid lens taking sense
swift defense, heedless hands
drink me in, draw me, drag me on as
I journey over in overexposure
mimetic unfoldings in crimson soaked clovers
I’m falling under an ego asunder
nocturnal, eternal, metamorphoses
so says I: drain me dry
the worms have turned again
I can feel them running in my head
no more minding matters
dress my eyes in greens and golds and reds
slick tongues thick among
muddled will so slow to understand
still we bastard sons
songs unsung running in my head
running in my head
credits
from Analog EP,
released May 28, 2014
Chris Avgerin - drums
Rob Binchy - guitar
Eric Hancock - guitar
David Marincic - vocals
Byron Miller - bass
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