Nebula Cone Comm Lyrics (draft2) (Patreon)

To be the daughter of absolution

Supper cools to an empty sky

Carried out in wordless misery

Every step in their design

—

The stars devote their path to me

Acquiescent to my mark

Yet a chasm bears itself to me

In that a star refused to spark

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Shall I be ordinary?

Is it potential they fear in me?

Or does every star align devoid

Of my memory?

Iridescence brands the evil

Of the winter they tried to forget

A holloway of nebulae

I'll be the hero yet

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Something’s changing

A dogma aching

I think I’ve played along

For a while

Can you feel it shifting?

In between the cuts

Lacerations

Of cosmic dust

—

The breadth of every scattered light

Could be my own

Singing songs of battle

Singing songs of home

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Shall I be ordinary?

Is it potential they fear in me?

Or does every star align devoid

Of my memory?

Iridescence brands the evil

Of the winter they tried to forget

A holloway of nebulae

I'll be the hero yet