Eden Maine
> To You The First Star
>> Hail Satan

I'm not so sure I should not us these dirty leaves to
make a crown for your heart.
To sit alone with your flesh made up from this undervalues earth.
And it seems funny that you should tattoo an angel on the body of the very skin you are trying to escape, ironic even that it is the human mind that scares you most.
But where man has failed.
And with your bloodied and tired hands lead them to the shadows.
Where they will feast like pigs at a table fit for a king, where the heart is betrayed and consumed by greed.
Slowly to fall, slowly to pass.

>> I Am What You Are

The line of broken streetlights lit a faint shadow.
And smoke hung in the air like a welcome note to an old friend.
Tonight it seemed that even the blackest of hearts could grow,
and that morning was a distant memory.
So let's free this poisoned land,
burn it down like a house of cards.
Before the last thread disappears, the last memory erased

>> More Fireflies For The Candlelight

If I tell you a secret, do you promise you will never tell a soul?"
"I promise."
"This world is not as you know it.
Even though the solstice nights and the untamed hearts
Remained a distant pulse in the recent past, this world is dying on its feet"
"I do not believe you."
"Really?! Well goddamn my dear, you can strike a deal with the devil if you wish.
But should we pass on the road to ruin,
as I trace my finger across the gold of the sun,
remember we are just a vessel of the stars.
Remember we are not the holders of this earth."

>> The Hunter And The Hunted

Please take my hand, and let me lead you through these museum halls.
My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls.
And should I ask you, is that fear I see etched across your sullen eyes?
Because inside this house, behind these cold stone walls,
you can hide amongst the candlelight but you cannot hide your voice

>> Do Not Move A Muscle, Do Not Breathe A Word

We drove the long way home,
past the prison gates and through the years.
And at the side of the road we saw a faceless man
whose old grey skin held his ageing bones together like an oversized leather glove.
And whose eyes sank so far into his skull they seemed as black as the midnight air.
But this mans gift was his words.
He told us how there is a fine line between order and chaos,
that there are those in life who do not know what they are fighting for,
but that it is the fight that counts,
and that a man without principles is a fool only to himself.
And the years past and we never saw him again.
The eyes held a crystal glaze, but the scent did not return

>> The Acidic Taste Of Betrayal

She lay in the air, abandoned from the neck down.
Her flesh splintered across the disenchanted earth.
And in the darkness of the hillside where her body hung cold,
the decaying night air cast a shadow across her lifeless body.
The neck stretched until the vertebra in her back snapped shut.
The scars across her skin still weeping as her blood fell back into the earth.
But there will be no resurrection tonight.
Death as we know is final and the fantasy would end here

>> Disinformasiya

Along the lines of your face and the hollow of your skin,
I see a snake with a furrowed brow and an empty oil can for a heart.
Some might say treason of the highest order.
But if you listen closely, very closely, you can hear him whisper:
"Attack! Attack! Attack!"
Kill everything that moves. Man, woman and child.
Skin them alive and cage them inside of me.
Run for your lives.