I can understand the reason
You’ve forsaken me
I believe that you will fall
And be the one to see

​The cause has failed
The dark is nigh
The season has come
To wash away this stain

A scene of death for all to see
All in shackles, none are free
I fight the force that beckons me.

The morning star lived up to its age;
The riddle of time at the end of the page.

​I can’t take anymore, I can’t breathe
I’m sick of this goddamn darkness 
Sick of the sadness and tears
I throw it all up every single day
Together with last night’s dinner
I’ve lost myself completely 
I’ve convinced myself I am someone else 
For god’s sake I need to be real
I need touch, I need people 
I have to turn my life around
But I won’t stop being myself
Will I?
-Riverside // After
This excellent album turns 13 years old today

​Holding the hand that holds me back

Sacred markings in the ash;
I can tell you’ve made this decision rash.

A passing phase longing for nothing;
For the end you’ll find a favored something.

​With ire and woe I have come undone;
Victim and perpetrator are now as one.

An explosion of life force going on;
The misery of life brings the end.

​The turning signs passing by;
Cherish each moment before you die.

I do not know what things you need,
To help you keep your faith.
You must keep in mind the convergence:
The force that beckons me.

​The fortune we had is long gone;
Before we knew what it was.

I’ve been gone all this time,
It just isn’t the same;
For this suffering of mine,
Tell me who is to blame.

Threading days together in a web of time;
The circuit fails to complete the rhyme.

Too many years living in nostalgia;
A space without room to grow.

​This is the last smile
That I’ll fake for the sake of being with you

​Awakening

​The memory of our plight will remain;
Hands find splinters in the wood grain.

It was a cruel September 
We were out of our minds most of the time
I just can’t remember
Watching the leaves fall down for the final time
-The Pineapple Thief // Shed a Light

Set sail westward on a stormy sea,
See what it is this world may bring;
If you dare to seek the edge of the earth,
You’ll find its patterns in the dirt.

​Saw the shadows materialize;
Could it be the looming dark of my mind?

​The morning of the crashing sun;
It’s obvious by now that I’ve come undone.

​This makes no sense to me;
When did you lose control?
-The Pineapple Thief // White Mist