Solstice In Temperament by Totem Of The Heart Lyrics

The fragile line tamped into the earth,
And sank to grow a treasure
Yet you lashed, pleading for release
And dreamt amidst the collapsed, comfortless heap
That was the pyre,
The funeral pyre

You were the jailor of your heart,
As lunacy bred in silent fire
Fate spoke the word, and so the arrow sped
And those listless eyes imparted

You spoke tragedy like no other,
Fantasized so much admire;
But in space, even angels can get burned

Drooling from the locust, sweet summer dream,
To the jerking noose which was undoubtedly yours,
Frizzled and flaked like rusted gear
And yet too, lavishly fatal
Give up defining your sole purpose in life,
Give up being the criminal of your mind
For death makes a good disguise, just don't unmask it