IAMX / Crystal Castles
Crystal Castles – “Sad Eyes”
Sidewalks and Skeletons “Sleep Paralysis”
matchbook eyes (old lyrics)
people with matchbook eyes
can’t understand which way we tick
seven strikes on film
like the broken bird upon your chest
now I know
stumble through sober breaths
collapse those mirrors
marking time
May 2023
slipping through time
May 2023
falling from the insides
May 2023
“stand in the form of Christ”
I’ve heard a hundred hours breaking from the inside
crushing a choice left far behind
i tried to understand the future
lay still across the sky
drop apart every word of regret
still i stand still as a witness to God
trapped at the table where my voice is discarded
but still I can’t forgive myself
ask for absolution to stand in the form of Christ
to be my guide into the future
when the disciples burn the candles
look towards the sky
are you every dream in my hand?
beyond every inscription from Heaven
we walk to stand still
children lost in the parade
every innocence pinned deep in value
to ascertain the turmoil written in my eyes
to glance at the table towards perfection
did I burn my prize too hard?
stories hidden with too much truth
when lies can’t be hidden in the dark
I can’t forget my mistakes
if they shine the light from heaven
will you ever listen?
“wheels under your skin”
Faces blind colorless
Running through the basement knocking between voice to voice
Witness the pattern
Monitoring the day in and out
Step into the detection scripts
Carry vices on their broken backs
Catalyst igniting the wheels under your skin
Tires burning to witness and withstand
Breaking free from time itself
The flames ingulf substance ahead
A dream faster and faster
Search for survival on the stands
Collapse bridges numbing confusion
“the thin people” by Sylvia Plath
The Thin People
They are always with us, the thin people
Meager of dimension as the gray people
On a movie-screen. They
Are unreal, we say:
It was only in a movie, it was only
In a war making evil headlines when we
Were small that they famished and
Grew so lean and would not round
Out their stalky limbs again though peace
Plumped the bellies of the mice
Under the meanest table.
It was during the long hunger-battle
They found their talent to persevere
In thinness, to come, later,
Into our bad dreams, their menace
Not guns, not abuses,
But a thin silence.
Wrapped in flea ridden donkey skins,
Empty of complaint, forever
Drinking vinegar from tin cups: they wore
The insufferable nimbus of the lot-drawn
Scapegoat. But so thin,
So weedy a race could not remain in dreams,
Could not remain outlandish victims
In the contracted country of the head
Any more than the old woman in her mud hut could
Keep from cutting fat meat
Out of the side of the generous moon when it
Set foot nightly in her yard
Until her knife had pared
The moon to a rind of little light.
Now the thin people do not obliterate
Themselves as the dawn
Grayness blues, reddens, and the outline
Of the world comes clear and fills with color.
They persist in the sunlit room: the wall paper
Frieze of cabbage-roses and cornflowers pales
Under their thin-lipped smiles,
Their withering kingship.
How they prop each other up!
We own no wildernesses rich and deep enough
For stronghold against their stiff
Battalions. See, how the tree boles flatten
And lose their good browns
If the thin people simply stand in the forest,
Making the world go thin as a wasp’s nest
And grayer; not even moving their bones.
“in love with a ghost”
In love with a ghost
Afraid of the world given to me
Breaking down a memory ward
Voices falling from heaven
Locked in trespass…a room…a prison meant to carry on
Faces scattering watching time burn
Sketching out the hidden souls before they disappear
Look towards the sky but it’s all allusion
Mistakes filmed beyond sources agonized through experiment
Perspectives damages
Treating a disease falling from the asylum pushed past incurable regret
Disordered thoughts avoiding destination
Too blind to see the world
Voices demanding solitary confession
Collecting desires…pushing towards the hill
Treating the broken corners driven by unstable minds
Truth slipping away
Empathy washing away their skin
At the gates I can see their faces
Voices breaking down these fences of my heart
Shaking a bell to heaven…don’t let it burn from implication
“to find you again”
The first time I look in the mirror
All I see is you
Counting down the days in my heart
To find you again
To find you again
Damaging myself when you appear
Damaging myself when you appear
Like all the ghosts walking down the street
All I see is you
All I see is you
Transparent and numbered by time
A witness to my guidepost
You are the one in my mind
20 years gone
It’s you
Climbing up the mountains
To reach the mirror
Pushing back self control
Losing it all for these mistakes
Walking down the streets to find you
To open up these doors to see a ghost
But I know it is really you
A true instinct
To send these letters through time
To find you again
When you appear I’ve lost it all
When you appear these colors pressing against my heart
Is it really you?
Shaking these voices
To hear you
Breaking down the windows to find your heart
Shaking down every door to see these visions
To wash away my tears
Pressing against the wall
Staring through time to catch up with memories
All these secrets I want to give you everything
Faster and faster to scrape away a value
Fast and faster to breakdown the light
Faster and faster to find you again
To find you again
To find you again
personalities clinging to observation
emotional breakdown
when worry falls apart
“stand for freedom”
“when I found you”
“theaters breaking the wings of history”
Holocaust Museum Houston
“breaking through the doors”
“swimming in unheard times”
“leafs beyond turmoil”
holocaust museum houston
“a crowd of voices”
holocaust museum houston
“ring around your heart”
holocaust museum houston
“playing against time”
holocaust museum Houston
“White Rose”
holocaust museum houston
“hearts beating faster and faster”
contemporary museum houston
“an instrument of glass”
“Obtained Cathedral”
Statistical analysis
Ghosts on impact
Steal an enemy for one day
Stare forever into the light
Fusing value
Scared impressionless
Confused figuring
Given of sensation
Locked up on sentiment
Silence of color manipulation
Driving full battle edge
Panic underground
Days catching the borderline
Given out and obtained cathedral
Sleeping across screens
Gaining epidemic
Caught up against numbering silence
Breaking down windows
Breaking down fences
Saturate emotional discharge
Catching up with the ghost heaven’s blackboard
Diamond in the park too far burning away with lost indecision
Cycle through circus light
Silver screens
Putting away colors like spirits amplify every vision lost behind the pinwheel
Wings of the ice age
Deter rebels breaking the mirrors
Ticks tock of illusion
Heartbeat discharge pinning pictures like freedom castles
A hundred men marching – matching faces
Forgiving choices on the ferris wheel
falling bricks
I’m at the edge dreaming fast past understanding the turn around
They tell it to their faces melting away with persistence
Glitter down
Glitter past emotion
Light prevails whispering secrets lost by betrayal
On top of the ocean when we fell down the escape magician
bending light against colors pushing value
Rising and falling
Fire touches the edge without resistance
(Laughing at tomorrow without a trace)
Pick pocket cold black detentions
Static mesmerizing light
Dusting off prints of temptation standing too tall
Teaching breath to breath fundamental
Breaking free of confusion hitting time with unobtainable control
Losing touch
Losing value
Losing lies
Losing in the rain where we catch the final train
Carry ahead to build this fire deeper and deeper
Chisels away hot and cold
Stare at heartbeat beating faster and faster
Impossible to regret
Impossible to lose
Impossible to break the whisper in the schoolyard
touch the visions of a spirit ahead of its time
Puncture the colors and break like falling bricks
A glimpse blue – damaged secrets trapped in voices coloring the sparks behind their dreams
Distracted and spinning
I heard you in memory lapse
I heard you in the oceans draining into lucidity
Peel away the edge of nights faulting sanity
“skin shedding newspaper print”
Colors masquerade to pivot the clocks
Statues drop through an epidemic
Well aware of the fault burning through the sun
Visions on their minds
Step across madness like discarded emotion
Skin shedding newspaper print like future traces
Shift and collapse to witness imagination
painted across windshields crushed with desire
Like a book pressing on your imagination
Writing against a hope fascinating a million crowds
break my back to kickstart emotions fueling this crowd
Secrets belong across a billion billboards across the sky
Shaking words in your eyes to dissolve every ounce of doubt half-traced from the timeline
“Without Fault”
Tricked by bad memories crashing through the ice of chosen directions
Running towards the sky like ashes falling from a mirrored escape
Preservation catching up like scandalous enchantment
Neon blue dust in your direction
Running to find the world not abused by secrecy
Every aspiration driven through persistent memory
Gripping the ice until it cracks from the turmoil inside a faulty memory
I felt alive bursting in the sun through past sequences of obscurity
Staying too long inside an intricate diaphoresis of hope
shaking the mirror of your escape in paralytic voices
Withstand an uphill turmoil written in cathedral marches
A covenant never felt more alive than in picturesque
Staying past an eternal imagination burnt by unknown frequencies without fault
the chemical compass of your heart
The world painted in blue and green
Faces disappear from the trickery running behind your eyes
Watching the marks of skipping stones
I felt a difference across the wires of your escape
Bringing out every ounce of purity
When we start to believe in our senses
Drop all the pain of constriction
A battle of our senses
Pushing every trace across the water
When the ships burn the night into something beautiful
A compass to your heart exploding through the wires
Like a fisherman
Like a lifeguard
Like an act of faith
Watching the water for miles and miles
Marching like the sun in a far escape
Like a fisherman
Like a lifeguard
Like an act of faith
When we sail to burn the stars past the chemical compass of your heart
“Amplified Secrets”
Drowning in the blind seas
Boats cross a vacant memory tumbling like pinwheels
Stars like surprise to count the distance
Wipe the glass illusion
(From withstanding beauty)
Faces like chemicals burning to dust
Colors shake the lost patterns of redefined creation
Dismiss a vacant voice haunting the tempest
Climbing bridges under needles in your parade
Blueprints capturing imagination marching for freedom of consciousness
At last when we break the bells too divine to wake the dead
Confusion of relapse
Passing down a purity locked with questions
Visions left unheard
To face the silence of constriction
Burning light through day
To transcribe hues of understanding
When faith dances around a sentence reflecting colors lost with amplified secrets marching the silent outbreak within damaged light
Running through ageless snow-filled skies
Destabilize a freezing control of returning implication
A permanent reiteration calculating the divisional value from shadows resolved in the night’s emotional ring of amplified secret illusional control
The North District “Out of sequential logic”
“a blinding light across the waters to bring us together”
lost in the damaged emotions charged against the wires in your mind
stand still across the skies in preservation
try to control my emotions while the world falls against the shores inside your voice
I gave you all my dreams to perspire without a trace
left in the blinding lights on this bridges watching the ground shake with sound
colors beating faster through the streets to trace the ghosts in my vision
you are all that is left on my mind
to write a million letters waiting for tomorrow
all the memories we had walking by like impacted monuments
breaking the footsteps in my mind to watch for the numbing of the needle
when the streets bleed for crime all I have is your voice in my mind
to shatter the glass with eloquence
visions so severe they draw me closer to a time when we can be together
the clicking of the clock across the only sky we had
walking away from everything that mattering hoping to find you
preserved by the only time we had
close our eyes and watch the blinding colors sheltering the voices we have left
we can’t control our emotions or conceal the only dreams we have
driving against the heartbeat of tomorrow across this bridge of time
skies echo like heaven you are my only light I can hold in my heart
the only hope in my heart holding me together through time
to break the needles through futility tearing a heaven so blinding
ingest our youth and pray for tomorrow
my only light carrying me up the hills in the sky
marching across secrecy the footsteps break apart like balloons
struggle for existence but you build me stronger
even emotion like quicksand sinking all the pain away
don’t control the pain because you are all I have left to carry me across the ocean
ships that sail the waves of hope cast the sail towards the sky
march for what matters
march for what matters
a blinding light across the waters to bring us together
I have found a dream in your secrecy
to take your voice numbing my skin
preserving the final ghost to taste my youth
I can’t replace you
I can’t replace you
you are everything that matters
breaking the needle against the mirror finding my tomorrow
march for what matters don’t let them push you away
break the glass against motorcade
lights that burn with futility
sleeping on top of the sky watching the stars building us stronger
break the needles against the mirrors of time
“pulling us through eternity”
breaking the wing apart through violet walls, driven past devastation
shattering the glass sky between stars burning in your mind
don’t withhold your heart when they break you to the ground
watching the sunset behind accomplishments written in the haunting waves
headlights flash through discarded breath between windows lost behind wheels that shine in your forecast
the time it takes to run towards the shore and ingest the last memories of summer
coming against the needle breaking apart against a fallen passenger
can’t stop the damaged days until we hear the storms in the lighthouse
can’t stop the damaged days until we find the walls pushing us past limits in the horizon
walking across green oceans to trespass without illusions
fueling up before another crash pulling us together like ropes in binding dreams
chemical control rooms gone astray like the reception in hospital wards
chemical control rooms bleeding apart like crystalized perception casting the hue building across city lights
when we broke futility across the collapsed bridges running from the car crash into your arms
when they saw the flames burning in your eyes half disrespected
bending the note against a time everlasting between the intersections of hallways secluded before perspiration
falling through the ocean skies breaking glass against your heart pulling us through eternity
Closing Cell “Black Glass”
new Darkwave Song
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encrypted memories
faceless against the illuminated ocean mirrors
footprints burn away damaged voices lost behind broken bridges of our past like inscriptions witnessed under motorcade beyond cathedral skies
finding aging film lost behind secured rooms decoded like time-lapsed encrypted memories
every transparent wire bending by bursting matches striked by Parallax
prescriptions written by bursting wheels calculating divisional inspiration through unheard amplified lenses
jumping through trampolines generating blue and green visions forecasting a secret storm
emotions transpired through the rising tides like fingerprinted distances blinding my tomorrow
08/08/2020
“red balloons fall from their hands”
turning on the inside to fall against all pieces broken in the sky
kites withstand the black glass shining through your heart
your beauty written across every page
turmoil in their silence, blinding the discarded ships falling the lost ocean
turn around to face the days rising on top of every collateral emotion
spinning with a deeper understanding of the hidden gesture drowning above the lakes
every picture on the wall, the still of your escape bleeding from every wall
withstand notes that decay like painted footprints across discolored sentiments
every inch of value rising from the glass ocean
inside you recreate pictures in amplified mirrored houses of figment
digging deeper for silver recognizing the survival- a horse’s instinct
crashing colors against black glass impacting surviving luminescence staining beneath your skin
dusting fingerprints impacted at the end of your mind
reveal the darker contrast of rising castles breaking sustainability
red balloons fall from their hands echoing past eternity
New Closing Cell Song: “Half – Blind (Running Through Aged Film) A Forgiven Ghost Mix”
“the threshold of detainment”
Breaking through the reflection rinsing from the blue oceans
When we look through their fault lines
Blinding a reanimated illusion behind concrete eyes
Switch the sky between calculated risks
half amplified flags hidden through processed illusions
Parallax division burning under the doors of creation
Withstanding double footprints running without reminisce
freezing a lake of reflection saturated under secret light
distant written voices detain a million values climbing under the wheels of paradise
sparks spinning through circles at uneven risks
men with dangerous prescriptions hiding in telescopic skies
helicopters clean the sky of decayed memories
containing an alliance of cars trapped in silent view
deciphering conversations battling for existence
containing manipulation over analyzed wires without the threshold of detainment
shielding a supermarket from the plague of disguise transplanted off false memories
running through a decayed wave of damaged colors
On top of the sky burning through the perspiration of mankind
Running through aged film
ENTH by Crystal Castles
Edith Frances, Ethan Kath
ENTH
Attempt to elude
Confer to evade
Appearances maintained
Uniform has frayed
Exist to dissuade
Withhold your extol
Exist to dissuade
Withhold your extol
Form has frayed
Form has frayed
Form has frayed
Has frayed
Anesthetic evaporates
Causes skin to dilate
To dilate
Attempt to elude
Confer to evade
Appearances maintained
Uniform has frayed
Exist to dissuade
Withhold your extol
Exist to dissuade
Withhold your extol
“run through the flames”
run through the flames
If I’m on my own this way
when all the photographs have burned without a trace
wash this dream with fluorescence
passing like another wave that pushes us before we turn
fishing in the bleeding light
mesmerized by the scars against the darkness
when tonight is all we have left
brushing the past away
when we stared at the sparks of roman candles never realizing
fishing to pay for the time
explosions shocking all our senses
when the fire burned all your dreams away
run through the flames
when confusion is our only hope
broken glass… all our memories gone
I see you against the light
everything that matters at once
“when we find each other in the light”
leave this world damaged like a pin prick
facing the wall of confusion
pretend it wasn’t everything that mattered
Now we’re broken in two at the edge of a photograph
peel away every part of confusion
stare into the blinding ocean
the needle damaged without introspection
scaling behind the walls
lost behind the edge of ability
burn up a million formulas in your head
if this bird flies a kite behind paradise
withstand the wind that lifts up the skin
haunted by a million colors in the dark
step through the cathedral walls
climb on top of every memory
every dream lost behind control
dig apart every voice left in the sky
when they read your mind behind comprehension
skin shedding all it’s pain away
when we find each other in the light
Cryptophasia is a phenomenon of a language developed by twins (identical or fraternal) that only the two children can understand. The word has its roots from the Greek crypto, meaning secret, and phasia, meaning speech.
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