Playing Dead – Falling From Sephiroth ~ Etz Ha-Chayim

“It is not true that we come to this earth to live, we come to sleep, only to dream”

– Aztec

What would scare you most
What are these words inside my head
Could they really be
Words that I have not spoken
Words that speak for themselves

Maybe the word is as John said
Power you just can’t see
Words that from the beginning
Took your soul with every breath

Meanwhile you’re out in the Styx
The world in which you dream is just a fix
Seek yourself in shadows if you can
Fire can be colder than ice

Once a night got up
Foul from his bed
Caught a man walking by
And hid inside his head

Pulling him into the ground
This is your kingdom
Your heaven to hell

All of this will decieve you
When you fall in tears to the ground
As it spins you around
Your carousel falling from heaven to hell

Once the night got up
Foul from his bed
Caught a man walking by
And slid inside his head

Meanwhile still out in the Styx
May we remember the self
As we journey underneath

Hear the word is silent and darkness disappears
An angel for your comfort
Another for your fear
Bless the one that calls us
In him the choice is made
An angel for your comfort
Or the one that carries away

Pulling you into the ground
Into your kingdom
Your heaven to hell

Are you lost and afraid
Never knowing quite what way
Is it night light or day
Then again hard to say
Is it real life at play

Is it real life at play
Or asleep inner state
Here today far away
Then again hard to say

Is it real flesh they seek
Or a dream here to keep
Is it true lies we seek
Maybe it’s just the soul in between

Priest on the altar
A thorn’s in your side
To swear on the altar
The angel has come
To light the way
Chase that night away
Pointing to the grave

Do you die do you live
Do you think about yourself when you’re gone
Do you live do you die
Do you think of anything else at all

The moon casts a shadow
The wolf learns to fear
Lying down in his lair by night
He knows he’s dead
So he lies still instead
His grave

The wolf is a shadow
The moon learns to hear
Shining down in his lair by night
She knows he’s dead
And dreams him instead
Calling him from the grave

To Dream A Lucid Death (Instrumental)