Hidden Desires

(Intro)

(Low, distorted whispering)

Breathe it in.

Watch it rise.

Up the spine.

Close your eyes.

(A sharp hiss punctures the air, the dark pulse swells)

(Verse 1)

Ashy taste upon my tongue, the room begins to tilt

Chasing after ghosts in a palace made of guilt

The silver foil is bleeding and the smoke is drawing lines

A shadow in the corner that is rewriting my designs

Every breath is suffocating, swallowing the lead

Sharp points inside my chest, I'm tapping out what isn't said

A throbbing in the temple like a fist against a stone

I’m sitting in a crowded room but frozen and alone

Pull the curtains down, watch the white smoke hit the wall

I can feel the floor dissolve, I’m waiting for the fall

Spilling out the poison just to balance out the weight

Dancing with the demon right outside the pearly gate.

(Chorus)

Chasing the dragon, it’s a long way down

Burn the whole kingdom just to melt the crown

Fading to black, yeah the lights go dim

Pulling me under from the outer rim

I feel the shiver, see the cracked skin rust

Everything I touch is turning into dust

Too much weight, too much chest pain

Wash it all away in the pouring rain

Just let me rest. Just let me sleep.

The promises I break are the only ones I keep.

(Verse 2)

Blackout curtains, but the room is turning white

A cold sweat dripping in the middle of the night

The skeleton is shivering, the marrow turning cold

Trading every piece of me for what can not be sold

It’s a creeping sickness, like a stain upon the floor

Grinding down the bone till I can't look at the door

I don't want the chaos, I just want the peace

A momentary silence where the palpitations cease

The smoke turns to velvet as it wraps around my throat

A heavy wooden anchor on a leaking plastic boat

Fading out of focus, let the colors turn to gray

There’s nothing left to argue, nothing left to say.

(Bridge)

(The rhythm cuts out. Only a pulsing, hollow hum remains)

Let it fade.

Let it drop.

When the chest gets heavy, let the whole engine stop.

I can't feel the friction if I turn into the smoke.

Choking on the dragon till the final link is broke.

(The heavy, dragging drum crashes back in with full force)

(Outro)

Fading to black.

Fading to dust.

Crimson in the veins turned to cold, hard rust.

Just let me rest.

(The scraping sound slows down, warping and sinking until it clicks off like a light switch)