Whispers Of Osiris

<p>Dance in the dark for me Glance gently the river to be free Seven years dying is not a lot When you are a whisper on an open cut Two and three and all your simple sympathy A box of fleshy memories... Ancient stones of old mysteries I see the door but there are no keys No voice in the muddy waters To lift me up of these watery tragedies And it grows and flows Down a stream of consciousness The silent whisper of a friend Who dies over and over again... - This is not a goodbye - Sever the parts as chaos - Just destiny - - This is not a goodbye - The magic never quite seems the same - Just Destiny - - This is not a goodbye - Hold it up high enough - Just Destiny - - This is not a goodbye- And call it by its name - This is not a goodbye - Seven angels crying is not a lot When you are a whisper of an open cut I miss the ghost as it came by Every night waving goodbye Join the pain My dearest gloom of destiny Join all this sweet insanity And it grows and flows Down a stream of consciousness The silent whisper of a friend Who dies over and over again...</p>