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Heat Death

2014-08-27T07:02:50Z

209.87.225.85: /* Bridge */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-27T07:02:09Z

209.87.225.85: /* Chorus 2 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-27T07:00:56Z

209.87.225.85: /* Chorus 2 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-27T06:57:55Z

209.87.225.85: /* Bridge */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-27T06:57:11Z

209.87.225.85: /* Chorus 2 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Abstract

2014-08-27T06:08:16Z

209.87.225.85: /* Verse 3 */

===Verse 1===

I put on my bowler hat and my best tweed jacket 
And I go to the lecture hall 
I'm a stuffy academic at a conference of professors 
And I fully mean to rock them all.

I've the notes for my talk and an abstract to boot 
Western Literature's the topic today 
As a counterpoint, I draw upon thermodynamic laws 
An original perspective, I should say

===Chorus===

Thermal laws and literature 
Reflecting common themes 
Thermodynamic history 
And literary scenes 

Thermal laws and literature 
Despite their different names 
From universe's start to end 
The song remains the same

===Verse 2===

The very first of literature concerns creation myths 
And I have to say, that stuff is pretty swell 
This swellness, if you will, continues through the Metaphysicals 
The last to feel a thought and think a feel.

After them, it goes to pot: the Restoration's got no soul 
And the Romantics only care about their angst 
The Modernists, however, have achieved the perfect balance 
'Cause they concentrate on dry, hard thangs.

===Bridge===

LITERATURE 
LITERATURE AND THERMODYNAMICS 
LITERATURE AND THERMODYNAMICS 
LITERATURE AND THERMODYNAMICS 
LITERATURE!

===Verse 3===

The second thermal law dictates the universal system 
Moves toward a state of equilibrium: 
Total entropy as heat's dispersed and meets its death 
Perfect balance, but for life, a zero-sum

So sometime before apocalypse, we humans can survive 
An ideal age, like Modernism now! 
But what of after this? The entropy of literature? 
What form will future writing take, and how?

Abstract

2014-08-27T06:05:19Z

209.87.225.85:

===Verse 1===

I put on my bowler hat and my best tweed jacket 
And I go to the lecture hall 
I'm a stuffy academic at a conference of professors 
And I fully mean to rock them all.

I've the notes for my talk and an abstract to boot 
Western Literature's the topic today 
As a counterpoint, I draw upon thermodynamic laws 
An original perspective, I should say

===Chorus===

Thermal laws and literature 
Reflecting common themes 
Thermodynamic history 
And literary scenes 

Thermal laws and literature 
Despite their different names 
From universe's start to end 
The song remains the same

===Verse 2===

The very first of literature concerns creation myths 
And I have to say, that stuff is pretty swell 
This swellness, if you will, continues through the Metaphysicals 
The last to feel a thought and think a feel.

After them, it goes to pot: the Restoration's got no soul 
And the Romantics only care about their angst 
The Modernists, however, have achieved the perfect balance 
'Cause they concentrate on dry, hard thangs.

===Bridge===

LITERATURE 
LITERATURE AND THERMODYNAMICS 
LITERATURE AND THERMODYNAMICS 
LITERATURE AND THERMODYNAMICS 
LITERATURE!

===Verse 3===

The second thermal law dictates the universal system 
Moves toward a state of equilibrium: 
Total entropy as heat's dispersed and meets its death 
Perfect balance, but for life, a zero-sum

So sometime before apocalypse, we humans can survive 
An ideal age, like Modernism now! 
But what of postmodernism? Entropy of literature? 
What form will future writing take, and how?

Heat Death

2014-08-25T05:55:53Z

209.87.225.85:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-25T04:30:06Z

209.87.225.85: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our sights to see 
The everpresent cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-25T04:29:53Z

209.87.225.85: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands
Curled in stout, determined fists
Assembling worlds with building bricks:
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our sights to see 
The everpresent cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-25T04:19:22Z

209.87.225.85: /* Bridge */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our sights to see 
The everpresent cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-25T04:18:33Z

209.87.225.85:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our sights to see 
The everpresent cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

A word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Feeling like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm just as alone as all the rest 
Behold the book I must impart 
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Our souls like sparks fly upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Rus'

2014-08-25T04:00:24Z

209.87.225.85: /* Verse 2 */

===Verse 1===

One man turned you from the ways of the heathen 
The old gods no longer held sway 
The Grand Prince would shudder could he see how quickly 
One man once more led you astray 

Perun and Svarog demanded oblations 
You slaughtered your children for them 
Have you sunk deeper, that now you would sacrifice 
Brothers to your fellow men? 

===Chorus===

Rus' 
Rus' 

===Verse 2===

Your temples you tore down, your icons you ravaged 
And millions you robbed of their bread 
As they perished in Kyiv, in Moscow they fed on 
The Lamb who for sinners was dead 

The smoke of destruction ascended to heaven 
The saints all looked down in disgust 
What thought you, to cry out still ''Khristos voskrese''? 
He is wroth, and his judgment is just 

===Verse 3===

Lofty the titles that you have been given 
The Third Rome and Heaven on Earth 
Why did you scorn then your Orthodox brethren 
When Lviv had its rebirth? 

Rus', you have time yet to set free the prisoners 
Rebuild and raise the sobor 
Trampling down death by the death of your sin 
Orthodoxy will triumph once more 

[[Category:Songs]]

Gods

2014-08-25T03:54:59Z

209.87.225.85: /* Verse 4 */

===Verse 1===

As a child I would sit, I would listen 
As your voices crowded my mind 
Oh Gods, I would run in the forest 
But ever your faces would I find

In the stillness, in the quiet, I can touch you 
Oh Gods, you are ever with me 
In the sky, in the fire, I see you 
Your eyes stare out from the sea

===Verse 2===

If I go down to the depths, into Hades 
Even there you walk by my side 
And I try to escape from you, Gods 
Your presence can I never abide

If I lie with my love in the darkness 
If I take her into my bed 
Oh Gods, as I reach out to embrace her 
It is you that I see in her stead

===Verse 3===

You are monstrous, O Gods, and I fear you 
Like a spider crawling under my skin 
For I know no offering, no oblation 
Could cover up the multitude of my sin

And my nakedness is ever before you 
As I shiver, and I cower in the night 
You see all my inmost desires 
They are loathsome, they are foul in your sight

===Verse 4===

So I hide, for I cannot bear that you 
Should gaze upon all of my shame 
But your Spirit shall never forsake me 
And I hear as you call out my name

[[Category:Songs]]

Gods

2014-08-25T03:54:33Z

209.87.225.85: /* Verse 3 */

===Verse 1===

As a child I would sit, I would listen 
As your voices crowded my mind 
Oh Gods, I would run in the forest 
But ever your faces would I find

In the stillness, in the quiet, I can touch you 
Oh Gods, you are ever with me 
In the sky, in the fire, I see you 
Your eyes stare out from the sea

===Verse 2===

If I go down to the depths, into Hades 
Even there you walk by my side 
And I try to escape from you, Gods 
Your presence can I never abide

If I lie with my love in the darkness 
If I take her into my bed 
Oh Gods, as I reach out to embrace her 
It is you that I see in her stead

===Verse 3===

You are monstrous, O Gods, and I fear you 
Like a spider crawling under my skin 
For I know no offering, no oblation 
Could cover up the multitude of my sin

And my nakedness is ever before you 
As I shiver, and I cower in the night 
You see all my inmost desires 
They are loathsome, they are foul in your sight

===Verse 4===

So I hide, for I cannot bear that Thou 
Shouldst gaze upon all of my shame 
But Thy Spirit shall never forsake me 
And I hear as Thou callest my name

[[Category:Songs]]

Heat Death

2014-08-25T03:46:05Z

209.87.225.85:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our sights to see 
The everpresent cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

Crying like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Our souls like embers scattered to the wind 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-25T03:45:55Z

209.87.225.85:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our sights to see 
The everpresent cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

Crying like a voice in the wilderness 
I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Our souls like embers scattered to the wind 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Unfit bear the cast aspersions 
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-08-25T01:29:56Z

209.87.225.85: /* Chorus 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The city fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze is driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

===Chorus===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

Of only the concrete is one aware 
Ten steps ahead perhaps, or less 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path, the thoroughfare 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.

Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face 
Divided, in one fell stroke we are erased 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.

===Bridge===

This Word came to me in a roundabout way 
And as I stand upon the stage 
To call upon that ancient Muse 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Chorus 2===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises fragrant from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

Our souls are spread increasing thin 
A breath, a whisper upon the wind 
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember upon the hearth 

Separation, slow dispersion 
A flickering light grows ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate, final inertion 
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim: 
O Elohim, the end, the end 
Wisdom! Let us attend.