wax cylinder sonata - dirt poor robins lyrics
maybe these paperbacks are cages
with secrets bound beneath the pages?
between the lines the truth lies in the sp-ces
the gentle winding of a clock and
automatons have started walkin’
now from beyond a metal army marches on
a phoenix smolders in my head
what if the dead are never truly dead?
a camera for her eyes
this timepiece for her mind
these heirlooms forsaken
reclaimed and made into my grand device
with a wax cylinder sonata for a voice…
voice
voice
voice
voice
illuminate my way with bricks of yellow
a painted road to follow fallen hallows
and through the forest haunted
i sojourn forward dauntless
for i know
i’ve no place like a home
though this could be my magnum opus
my labor must remain unnoticed
swift as a ghost and blurred out from their focus
a camera for her eyes
this timepiece for her mind
these heirlooms forsaken
reclaimed and made into my grand device
with a wax cylinder sonata
a wax cylinder sonata for a voice
voice
voice
voice
voice…
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