Carmine Songtext / Lyric

And a pair of glassy eyes

Now peek

What lies beyond his ashlar

Bare fields

Holding its arms straight up

Silver disk unreached

Crystalline grains spinning

Round its feet, reveal



Bright but sore

Enlightened harm for cure

Vision of a fallacy

It's gazing at itself






It's keeping it bleeding

It's keeping on dripping

It's keeping it bleeding

It's keeping on dripping

It's keeping it bleeding

It's keeping on dripping

It's keeping it bleeding

In its delirium

Its fallacy



Turns out to be real

What it sees

Across the desert of shards

Giant steles

And as steps led it to their shaft

Doubled shapes staring

Curved and ripped specular surface

Milion distorted identities



Bright but sore

Enlightened harm for cure

Vision of a fallacy

It's gazing at itself



It's keeping it bleeding

It's keeping on dripping

It's keeping it bleeding

It's keeping on dripping

It's keeping it bleeding

It's keeping on dripping

It's keeping it bleeding

In its delirium

Its fallacy



Could that be what I was born as?

Truly?