First Light (feat. Sophia Blackburn) Video (MV)

Gotta be honest
Keeping my promise
Weaving a tapestry
Try to be modest
Gotta be cognizant
Of the fallacies
Not an Adonis
Body's a cog, I'm
Watching it atrophy
I'm seeking some solace
Or maybe some sanity

All I wanted was some peace of mind
To put a collar on this beast of mine
Try to build a decent life
Maybe see some light
I'll journey east to find it
And if I find it, I might
Put it in an itty-bitty box with a million locks
And I'll hide it deep inside of a
Place built on pillars of moss
Feeling like the villain in a sinister plot
That gets thicker every minute that I live on this rock
It's not character-driven, they keep killing them off
And every episode written is a cliff-hanger, because
No-one has even the faintest modicum of knowledge
About what's going to happen
But you can bet your little cotton socks
It'll be weirder than you imagined
And tragic in ways you couldn't fathom
Magic, beyond random coincidence
The rabbit from the hat trick
My innocence abandoned at the feet of something limitless
Lanterns line the passage to the inner depths
To a place that's built on moss pillars
In a lush green garden full of milk white lilies
And a silk shroud full of pinholes as a ceiling
I ran into the devil on the way to see a shooting star drop
Said "Sorry buddy, but I'm in a bit of a rush and can't stop
Keep it up with the metal and hard rock"
Ran into the devil on the way to see a shooting star fall
"Sorry man, but I left the princess in the castle
Somewhere between first light and last call"
Somewhere in between the beginning and the end of it all

Hiding my life away
Keep a sinner safe in the sanctum
Just an idol in his dying days
Building pillars out of moss in the dark
Need a little silence inside my mind
But I'm busy thinking I know why
Every phylum of life is designed to die
Every phylum of life is designed just right

And somewhere between last call and first light
I forgot who I was
Got locked in a bottle-shaped coffin because
I wasn't properly on top of all of my flaws
Tell-tale heart beating up a storm from
Underneath the floorboards
Creaking when I walk
I'm creeping through the door
To see a demon hold a claw to his lips
Dead quiet, now I'm sleeping in a morgue
What was it for?
All the lust, wrath, jealousy, and avarice
All the sloth, gluttony, and arrogance
Killer in a catacomb, lover in a labyrinth
Same bucket, different kind of matter that we pack it with
My religion? Sacrilege
My traditions? Blasphemous
My prediction is a sudden fade to black with
No Deus Ex Machina, no Lazarus
I once drew a star with my pen in the sand
Somewhere in Neverland
Now I'm sitting here with heavy head in hands
Trying to sketch a better plan
In the centre of a pentagram
I used to only want for a sunny day to whittle
I'd sit and carve curves into an ending made of middle
Peeling away another layer of the riddle
While the most beautiful melodies were dripping
From an angel's fiddle
Grab a pen and try to
Hide a sacred image in the paper
Make it syncopated
Maybe something reminiscent of our inner nature
Over chord forms born of the middle ages
Come to find I'm not a prestidigitator or an innovator
I'm a gimmick-laden imitator
Shivering and raving in the foyer
A far cry from a Generator, Operator and Destroyer

Then I ran into a man muttering under the moon in the dark
Something about a booming heart and a princess
He was going to fix it with a shooting star
Acting like he was going to catch it
With no fear
Like it wouldn't burn up in the atmosphere
And like gravity was actually here to assist
Not just keep us trapped on a sphere
I'm cold, like the ice caps on a sphere
And he told me that he was in a bit of a rush
To get a speck of that stardust
A tiny shred of light that he can reach but he can't touch
So I looked him in the eyes
And committed an unprecedented crime
The biggest lie of all time
I told him everything would be fine

Hiding my life away
Keep a sinner safe in the sanctum
Just an idol in his dying days
Building pillars out of moss in the dark
Need a little silence inside my mind
But I'm busy thinking I know why
Every phylum of life is designed to die
Every phylum of life is designed just right