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It was as if everything had happened at the same time, and then there was nothing

from Upon a Lake of Embers by Ashes of the Armada

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Vicious we are, with vicious teeth.
I built a city all the way to the clouds, just to watch it fall.
A monument of thoughts and plans built to the sky,
a monolith of broken bottles and letters sent to the wind.
I traveled across the universe, just to find a home inside of myself.
And I’m so far from a familiar shore.
I remember being transfixed on this one, singular moment.
That moment where our individual universes overlapped together and became a singular perception.
Time stood still at the docks where I made the decision to divert from our unified understanding.
I know that every night since has been been awash in recollection and regret,
and I’d wager to bet that the distance between my thoughts and your lips parts the difference between you and me.
So we begin to see a moment, the oldest point, but as young as forever.
Just the seizures of time lapsing its course. A dream as real as us.
Spasms of our personas separating back into an individualistic state but unable to relate.
Singular is not the same as alone, just as blue is not the same shade as gray.
I never forgot that we were stuck in the middle, somewhere between the beginning and end.
Undefined by the waves and reach of the collective universes like a man unbound by fate.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
All of my letters have been sent, all of my bottles cast out; the last thing I’ll ever think about.
Amongst the moments I’ll never forget you gave me the one I’d always want to live with,
and as the water slowly crawls its way up around me and everything I left you for,
I comprehend just how far off course I’ve strayed; imagine how much differently things would be if only I had stayed.
I lost my way amongst the knotted branches of decision that guide our lives.
Sinking on this island of my own making, this hell of my own creation.
Paper minds and glass thoughts can be altered so easily in the judgment of the right words.
To the bottom we fall, from the depths we rise.
The water takes us all, and we sink from men to absent black.

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from Upon a Lake of Embers, released February 16, 2015

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A bunch of guys making crazy tunes. Our live show is a reflection of the insanity in our heads. Our albums are a mirror to the stories escaping our overactive imaginations.

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