Narcissus (Of The North Field)
This is a demo version of Narcissus - the full version will appear on The Test Of Time.
Look in the mirror; have you ever felt this way before?
Those wiser lines couldn’t save him this time.
He played the scene, breaking all the hearts of those around him,
Yeah, they were green; but things are not as they seem.
He hung the picture on his wall to see his beauty
No matter how the lusters called, he would not receive.
You should have seen him work the room,
Christ, you know they were dripping off him.
But every night he would peel his face back
And indulge in himself.
Chasing images (will break your own heart)
Feel yourself drawn in (to a well of nothingness)
Nothing for you here.
Turn away, he will leave, if you can leave and restore life.
Water always reveals the truth, destroys our secrets.
The wall convinced him of his youth but the lines grew despite him.
The tarnished flesh that he caressed, the sex at his request would only
Make him realize eventually his false disguise.
You see, he was filled up with such hate at his impossibility
He put every ounce of faith into his picturesque fallacy.
The wise surrounded him and said “he must never know himself
Lest his heart is rent in two and he dies by the river.”
Chasing images (will break your own heart)
Feel yourself drawn in (to a well of nothingness)
Nothing for you here.
Turn away, he will leave, if you can leave and restore life.
The titillations he indulged in disguised a skin of brittle failure
Which would crack under duress of his wretched self-loathing.
Dorian hangs up by a thread but the cloth of flesh will drown instead
And he swims in silent screams destroying all his dreams.
Look in the mirror; what do you see?
L’objet petit a surrounding me.
Infusing me, infesting me.
Who is the empty shell?
Where is my ache for sleep?
Through his life the hero goes, fucking everyone he knows…
(Look in the mirror; have you ever felt this way before?
Those wiser lines couldn’t save him this time.)
Chasing images (will break your own heart)
Feel yourself drawn in (to a well of nothingness)
Nothing for you here.
Turn away, he will leave, if you can leave and restore life.
Picture waning,
Lines all fading.
Hot springs, cold life,
Earthbound, dead light.
