Is it fate?
Or is it fortune?
I can see years
Petrified in this beholding,
I’ve one last piece of the past
I hold it tight, I hold it fast
Fast
Jealousy disguised
Jealousy disguised
Is this real?
This fucking madness?
I can see tears,
Memory clouds the skies and seas of blackness
And I’ve one last time to collapse
Paravoyant dream, no turning back
(Make it real, make it fast)
And with this lifetime,
I feel conflicted
So many wrong turns—
They leave me pitted
I’m not in control,
I’m just a visage
I’m not in control,
I’m jealousy disguised
I’m jealousy disguised
So am I new again?
Digging for the details again?
Like I didn’t even learn the last time
I was caught in a trap
Of humanity and pride,
And it won’t stop tearing me apart
On the inside
And with this lifetime,
I feel conflicted
So many wrong turns—
They leave me pitted
I’m not in control,
I’m just a visage
I’m not in control,
I’m jealousy disguised
Oh, oh, oh
I’m jealousy disguised
I don’t feel right
Oh, I don’t feel right
Oh, I don’t feel right anymore
Oh, I don’t feel right
Oh, I don’t feel right
Oh, I can’t feel right anymore
And with this lifetime,
I feel conflicted
So many wrong turns—
They leave me pitted
I’m not in control,
I’m just a visage
I’m not in control,
I’m jealousy disguised
Oh, oh, oh
I’m jealousy disguised
Oh, oh oh
(Oh, I don’t feel right anymore)
Oh, oh, oh
(Oh, I can’t feel right anymore)
Four-piece instrumental prog and heavy groove from the cold Pacific Northwest. Feel your teeth shiver through "Vostok," ascend with "Startapper," and get kicked back into the ground with "Aubade." Ataraxia