Spirit Photography Lyrics

	The fragile photograph cracked and tortured—
	Forgotten in its box in the attic amidst
	A ponderous flood of memories
	The broken lines on her face, the years that have shuffled on
	And on through disgust and turmoil
	Spiders on the lips of its slow attrition
	Knives through eyes that have long since faded
	I remember this house like a half-forgotten song
	A name on the tip of the tongue
	A scar on the tip of the soul
	I listen to this demon as it crawls across the floor
	Drags itself across the boards and watches me
	Lifting up a voice that sounds like witches burning
	Scratching along the floorboards with a body gaunt and shattered
	I burned them all in effigy
	But must have forgotten about
	This box covered in dust under the careful watch of dread
	Ghouls awash in the tattered finery of
	Hapless pain
	And withered in the trance Despair
	Disguised as agony
	Conjure forth the monster sleeping long in stony silence
	Roil the waves and rouse their denizen
	From an æon of splendid sleep left mercifully undisturbed
	Many arms about me, many
	Pulling me into the shape and shadow of oblivion
	Pulling me apart and gnawing without end
	And tell me:
	If the eyes of the dead are forced open—
	Even for a second—
	And the eyes of the dead are allowed to speak
	What is the hell they betray, and
	What is the nightmare unsealed?
	What has this fragment of Reason
	To do with the oceans of age?

	The fragile photograph cracked and tortured
	Forgotten in its box in the attic amidst
	A ponderous flood of memories
	The broken lines on her face, the years that have shuffled on
	And on through disgust and turmoil
	Spiders on the lips of its slow attrition
	Knives through eyes that have long since faded
	I remember this house like a halfforgotten song
	A name on the tip of the tongue
	A scar on the tip of the soul
	I listen to this demon as it crawls across the floor
	Drags itself across the boards and watches me
	Lifting up a voice that sounds like witches burning
	Scratching along the floorboards with a body gaunt and shattered
	I burned them all in effigy
	But must have forgotten about
	This box covered in dust under the careful watch of dread
	Ghouls awash in the tattered finery of
	Hapless pain
	And withered in the trance Despair
	Disguised as agony
	Conjure forth the monster sleeping long in stony silence
	Roil the waves and rouse their denizen
	From an on of splendid sleep left mercifully undisturbed
	Many arms about me, many
	Pulling me into the shape and shadow of oblivion
	Pulling me apart and gnawing without end
	And tell me:
	If the eyes of the dead are forced open
	Even for a second
	And the eyes of the dead are allowed to speak
	What is the hell they betray, and
	What is the nightmare unsealed?
	What has this fragment of Reason
	To do with the oceans of age?

	The fragile photograph cracked and tortured
	Forgotten in its box in the attic amidst
	A ponderous flood of memories
	The broken lines on her face, the years that have shuffled on
	And on through disgust and turmoil
	Spiders on the lips of its slow attrition
	Knives through eyes that have long since faded
	I remember this house like a halfforgotten song
	A name on the tip of the tongue
	A scar on the tip of the soul
	I listen to this demon as it crawls across the floor
	Drags itself across the boards and watches me
	Lifting up a voice that sounds like witches burning
	Scratching along the floorboards with a body gaunt and shattered
	I burned them all in effigy
	But must have forgotten about
	This box covered in dust under the careful watch of dread
	Ghouls awash in the tattered finery of
	Hapless pain
	And withered in the trance Despair
	Disguised as agony
	Conjure forth the monster sleeping long in stony silence
	Roil the waves and rouse their denizen
	From an on of splendid sleep left mercifully undisturbed
	Many arms about me, many
	Pulling me into the shape and shadow of oblivion
	Pulling me apart and gnawing without end
	And tell me:
	If the eyes of the dead are forced open
	Even for a second
	And the eyes of the dead are allowed to speak
	What is the hell they betray, and
	What is the nightmare unsealed?
	What has this fragment of Reason
	To do with the oceans of age?

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