The Glass Partition!

[Intro -The sound of a heavy, frost-covered window being fruitlessly scratched by fingernails fades into a cold, echoing hallway] I am screaming your name into the otherside... but the silence is the only thing thats crawling up our spines!

[Verse 1] He sits by the fire with a book on one knee, In the chair that was once the world to me! I reach for his hand, but the air turns cold, A story of longing that’s never been told. I’m a mist in the corner, a glitch in the light, A prisoner of memory, a ghost of the night! He looks through my chest at the the clock on the wall, While I beat on the door that I cannot unbolt!

A pain in my heart!

[Chorus] The pulse of the vein and the chill of the blood, Together in spirit, but forever alone! He is the morning, i am the shroud, A love that is whispered, but never allowed. A dance on the edge of the silver-linings veil, Where the light of the living is a tale hollow and pale as bone! And cold as hell!

[Verse 2] He leaves a single rose on the stone by the gate, While I stand at his shoulder and rail against fate. I try to blow warmth on the nape of his neck, To save our two lives from this spiritual wreck. But he only shivers and pulls on his coat, While my desperate words die away in my throat. I’m the draft in the hallway, the creak on the stair, A frantic devotion that’s simply not there.

[Chorus] The pulse of the vein and the chill of the light, Together in spirit, but forever alone! He is the morning, I am the shroud, A love that is whispered, but never allowed! A dance on the edge of the silver-linings veil, Where the light of the living is a tale hollow and pale - as - bone!

[Bridge - The tempo drops into a tectonic, slow-motion breakdown. The guitars use a dissonant, "wailing" effect that mimics a banshee] The ether-wall! Out of the void, and into the gap! Im caught in the most horrific of traps! I can see your tears! But I cannot dry your eyes! The cruelest truth is that I want you to die! Shatter the glass! Cross the line! [High pitched Deathmetal - screaming now!] Nnnnnooooooowww!

[Verse 3] In the house of the living, the rain starts to fall, On the pictures of us hanging dust on the wall! One is moving forward, one is anchored in place, Searching for features on a vaporous face. It’s a war against physics, a battle with time, For a love that has no reason or committed no crime! The living and dead two ships in the night, Passing each other just out of the light.

[Chorus] The pulse of the vein and the chill of the Night, Together in spirit, but forever alone! He is the morning, I am the shroud, A love that is whispered, but never allowed! A dance on the edge of the silver-linings veil, Where the light of the living is a tale Hollowed and Pale!

[Outro - The instruments cut out abruptly, leaving only the fragile acoustic guitar melody from the intro] I'm still here... please.. Just look at me! Reach through the Shrine!!!