Oғ Mʏᴛʜ & Mᴇɴ (2019 EP)

1. Dᴀᴍᴏᴄʟᴇs

Every waking moment is a gift,
One thread from chaos, time’s unravelling in grand display.
Don’t know where I’m going, but I know
It’s a one-way train.

This Sword of Damocles hangs,
And I’m just counting the moments as they pass away.
The blade shines silvery in all the light above me.
God, I hope there’s not a breeze today.

Secrets are presents that can’t be destroyed.
They’ll stick with you and me forever and ever.
You’ll walk away with that smirk on your face,
Knowing what you know was mine.

This Sword of Damocles hangs,
And I’m just counting the moments as they pass away.
The blade shines silvery in all the light above me.
God, I hope there’s not a breeze today.

Ooo—Ooo—
Ooo—Ooo—

Mercy, mercy, mystery.
I’m on my knees imploring
Of gravity—

This Sword of Damocles hangs,
And I’m just counting the moments as they pass away.
The blade shines silvery in all the light above me.
God, I hope there’s not a breeze today.

Ooo—Ooo—
Ooo—Ooo—

 

2. Dᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɴ Yᴏᴜʀ Aʀᴍs

Have you found what you’re looking for
In the space that you hold?
A distance you sow ‘round your core
To gather comfort from the cold.

I can’t remember
When this came to be,
But it feels like December in your arms.
. . .In your arms.

Push away and down and over now,
‘Cause you came into the world betrayed.
Can’t rely on anyone anyhow,
And all the best things they come to fade.

Don’t you remember
You’re right here with me?
Well it feels like December in your arms.
. . .In your arms.

Put on my best Aphrodite,
But Pandora is all you can see.

It’s the fear that you are breakable,
It’s the feeling that you’ll cave,
That makes your heart seem so unshakable,
But building walls don’t make you brave.

Try to remember
How this used to be.
‘Cause it feels like December in your arms.
. . .In your arms.
. . .In your arms.
. . .In your arms.

 

3. Hᴜɴɢʀʏ Gʜᴏsᴛ

Buried and hidden,
Stripped away.
Somewhere there is solace,
But it doesn’t come today.

There’s something you’re withholding,
It should drive us apart.
It pulls me closer in
To see your mystery, a work of art.

I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow your trail of crumbs.
Seeking in the dark,
Heavy on your heart.

I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow your trail of crumbs.
To where you’ve dug your hole,
Lay down on your soul

Like a hungry ghost,
Hungry ghost.

Maybe it’s my karma,
Maybe it’s my fate.
You longed for me to keep you,
The need realized too late.

Words lost on the moment,
Entanglement with grace,
A brief amalgamation,
The path we made for just a taste.

I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow your trail of crumbs.
Seeking in the dark,
Heavy on your heart.

I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow your trail of crumbs.
To where you’ve dug your hole,
Lay down on your soul

Like a hungry ghost,
Hungry ghost.
Like a hungry ghost.
Hungry ghost,
Like a hungry ghost.

 

4. Mɪʀʀᴏʀ Mɪʀʀᴏʀ

Let me show you, scryer,
Let me give you what you need.
I will take you to your shadow,
You will make me bleed.

Cold as glass, unbroken,
And reflective too.
When you look at me, my darling,
All you see is you.

“Mirror mirror on the wall,
Time to say my name.”
You like to have me hanging around
Just for your own gain.

You’ll never look to what’s beyond the surface.
You’ll never feel this dance holistically.
That’s okay, because I’m not quite what you’re thinking.
You are the monster, but my love, I am the sea.
You are the monster, but my love, I am the sea.

 

5. Tʜᴇ Fʀᴏᴢᴇɴ Wᴏʀᴅ

Come to love in the fading light,
A blanket sea below the ice.
We thaw, in time, a frozen word
Stored in the winter’s heart.

Came to feed the vein, the hive,
A broken mirror, fragmented light.
That thing, it stirs from within the deep
Stored in the winter’s heart.

‘Round and ’round we spiral down
Through the years the mess we made.
That perfect place in time and space…
It’s all we have to hold.

Come to tell a tale that’s ours,
Through all the gates, finish to start.
What lies before is a riddle now
Stored in the winter’s heart.

How long can we go
Raking silence with each step,
Making circles in the snow,
Until these traces melt?

‘Round and ’round we spiral down
Through the years the mess we made.
That perfect place in time and space…
It’s all we have to hold.
It’s all we have to hold.

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