ALAYA LYRICS

1. Inside

Collision led you bound
as blood poured from your mouth,
forward to the red that met with envy;
a phantom in the frame
to find her way inside.

Cut into the axial sinking teeth through tongue.

Tonight no one can take it away.
And before I find the words to explain
you'd kill me again.
So enjoy your last night.

Cut into the axial sinking teeth through tongue.

Tonight no one can take it away.
And before I find the words to explain
you'd kill me again.
So enjoy your last night.

2. White Noise

Mockingbird in fear of what's to come
Harken the sound of your haunt taking wings to the ground
Mockingbird in fear of what's to come
We need an angel to feed on, to lead us unclouded

When it rots, can we dig up the bones?

Stay in somber static
The sound of the white noise is here
There is no death, only transition
When it rots, can we dig up the bones?

Digging for skies, I've been buried here
You've been asleep, but we're wide awake
This house of hearts is our open grave
So tell them we're here, but we're here to stay

In somber static
The sound of the white noise is here
There is no death, only transition
When it rots can we dig up the bones?

Uncovered lies, I've been buried here
You've been asleep but we're wide awake
This house of hearts is our open grave
So tell them we're here, but we're here to stay

3. Sleep

Closed eyes don't wonder
Lead me under until it's over.
Vacant minds don't wander.
Make for cover, for those who sleep don't suffer.

"See how I could be bounded and count myself a king
were it not that I have bad dreams?"

Vacant minds don't wander.
Lead for cover until it's over.
Pray, we hide from thunder.
Never wonder for those who wake to suffer.

Vacant minds don't wander.
Never wonder, for those who sleep don't suffer.

4. Screaming Still

God only knows
The people here have nowhere else to go, nowhere else to go
Can you see their eyes?
They're scared of what will happen when they die
Who the hell am I?

What you spill, is it worth its weight in surface
To reconstruct old frame, and shelter the soul
Hear it screaming still

Can you show me where the road begins or where it ends?
No I can't pretend
That all the places I have been have nothing to compare to this
And all your bliss

Save, for the other, worn all the same

What you spill, is it worth its weight in surface
To reconstruct old frame, and shelter the soul
Hear it screaming still

Bend the walls above your bed, you hear the whisper
Bend the walls inside your head, it calls your name
Things we cannot understand, we cover with the sleep
But in our dreams they are but tearing at the seams

5. Poor Gloria

If I could speak endless truths
Would daylight cut through and wake us up from all we know
Or would it burn like eyes set to the sunset
West, to your skylit sable

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives
Sweetness to heartless turns cruel
Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

Know what to say, ruminating
No farewell to matchless light
A closing thought to settle the end
We write and though the mirror shows
Nothing more than versed hope dying cold, remember

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives
Sweetness to heartless turns cruel
Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

Come to terms with time
Relative to crossing distance of the mind
Call the ghost in through aperture
The mirror shows nothing more than versed hope dying cold

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives
Sweetness to heartless turns cruel
Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives
Sweetness to heartless turns cruel
Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

6. Haunted, Pt. 1

[Instrumental]

7. Grace

He said I have respect for the dead
As much as anyone
It's all the same meat and bone

He said our hands can pull from the rest
The life to give us one
It's all the same meat and

All we need, we find ourselves
Take it home

Screaming to attenuate in a hell of blades

All we need, we find ourselves
Take it home

All we need, we find ourselves
Take it home

8. Day Of The Dead

Hello, is there anyone there?
Are we the only breathing among the dead?
They'll reach out their hands, and drag her home

Where will you go, walk among the living
Dead help feed the lies below
They all will bleed their colors
So wipe away her tears, because her beauty is all in vain

Hello, is there anyone there?
The alabaster walls have stained her memories
They'll reach out their hands, and drag her home
Down, down underground

Where will you go, walk among the living
Dead help feed the lies below
They all will bleed their colors
So wipe away her tears, because her beauty is all in vain

Hello is there anyone there?
Are we the only breathing among the dead?

9. Thrones

When empty thrones have spoken you will know
the worth of souls.
Don't pray for those fallen, they don't relent feeding
from their own sense of failure/chasing ghosts.
And when they run screaming all the way, "We lack
the faith! We let it go!", when empty thrones have spoken, you will know the worth of souls.
You will know the worth of souls' frail grace.
Still, hold their place in arms broken of shape.
Yet, they are replacing anchor for their grave shallow
impression that fades when empty thrones have spoken.
You will know the worth of souls.

10. Paths

Wakes show paths they chose
Unfold iteration as they call
After faded hope
We hold the wasteful within

Waves call cast intone
And turn our voices for their own
All we know, their stabilizing drone

Wakes unfold
Paths of breaking
Waves that claim us all
They hold our paces to their call

This relayed a sentence I caught
Passing as they sank
Left waiting, ever chained to harm's paces
Now we stray

Iteration as they call
After faded hope
Pacing to their call
All we know, their stabilizing drone

Wakes unfold
Paths of breaking
Waves that claim us all
They hold our paces to their call

Paths of breaking
Waves that claim us all
They hold our paces to their call

11. Entropy

Dead skin will tear away, shed in thankless stares.
Align, fall true and sever.
Aim to erase a fault line.
Each breath like kerosene/breaking ache.
Complacent that I judge hell while feeding it.
Trace and amputate this well.
Broken veins may never hold their place again.
Fall true. Sever. Separate.
The end.

12. Haunted, Pt. 2

I've a thought for the worse, let's find a new way
To elevate our disdain, make it okay
Adjust the face, give it your own name
If it feels like home, then you've found a way around making right

Around having to take from your own
If that's all you ever have to know
You can leave every waiting hand to hold
Disgrace and vague resolve

13. Haunted, Pt. 3

This one we'll call off.
The distance made an islet of intent and covered the way
to take our invested goals we chase.
Save your breath.
To follow becomes the rite of age.
Cold hands don't take from their own.
That's all you ever have to know.
Leave every waiting hand to hold disgrace
and vague resolve.
May you never know or own a single conviction.
Graves made to fall in may just shape, renew the same
and send them on their way to claim invested goals they chase
with only what they take from their own.







ALAYA LYRICS