Debris - Port Noir

Through your conscious eyes the trail of dust wears thin

But the flames burn through your unconscious mask

Vanquish the cold that lies in your mind

So where’s your hive?

You’re down by the hands of the cold

We failed in this rapture, and your dream died alone

You would hide in the outline from the dread of a life

On the far side of your mind’s eye, there’s a well that’s struck by drought

Your lies won’t make it rain today

And so I’m crowned in my kingdom of ice

Every streak of light is lost

I’m locked in my own crippled cage

I’m searching thoroughly for the key that would break these bounds

You’re down by the hands of the cold

We failed in this rapture, and your dream died alone

You would hide in the outline from the dread of a life

On the far side of your mind’s eye, there’s a well that’s struck by drought

Your lies won’t make it rain today

Bound from somewhere, like the widow’s eyes, I’m trembling down the line

I’m down by the hands of the cold

We faild in this rapture and your dream died alone

You would hide in the outlines from this dread of a life

On the far side of your mind’s eye, there’s a well that’s struck by drought