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After Dark

by The Hearkening

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1.
Foreshadowed 01:51
Christ is coming back. He’s coming back. Christ is coming back.
2.
Fashion Show 04:53
With nothing to say, we’re on display like mannequins, flaunting our good deeds, but it’s all a performance. We keep up with the latest trends, alter ourselves when they end, and conform to the culture ‘til we realize our lives have been spent. In locked fitting rooms, we changed to fit in, and stripped ourselves of ourselves ‘cause we were out of fashion. So now we’re pretty on the outside, but sinking low within, standing proud in storefront windows, yet we stand for nothin’. You’re just a gorgeous advertisement of what you wish you were, but I don’t buy it. No. We don’t know how to talk about our twisted thoughts so now we’re drowning, but it’s only on the inside. Tell time with broken clocks. They tick but never tock. Stand still with idle hands ‘cause we’re afraid to be alive. To live and die by a morbid dress code. We’ve got body bags for clothes and price tags on our toes, and we’re all model citizens, but it’s only for show; a matching costume to show off in the fashion show. And so we fake our way all the way down the runway, but I won’t look my best for You, ‘cause I think we lost our way on the way down the runway. Just wanted to be loved, but not by You. So now we all look the same... And now we all look and sound the same; No fingerprints, no faces, no identity; nothing to separate us, no authenticity. We don’t know how to talk about our twisted thoughts so now we’re drowning, but it’s only on the inside. We don’t know right from wrong. Our innocence is gone with the light that we once knew, and now we don’t know how to shine. I’ve been staring at the mirror in the rain with an ice pick to my heart. I’ll chip away, chip away, chip away at the frozen surface, ‘cause I’ve grown cold over years of torment, tried to cover up the pain but it stayed stagnant. I’ll break away from the mirror image, and cut away the plastic. I’m blood bought and I’m not for resale. I can’t be stolen, can’t be bought for a price at retail. I’ll never fabricate the way I’m woven, mouth sewn open, unraveled, outspoken. I’m blood bought and I’m not for resale. Can’t be stolen, can’t be bought for a price at retail. I won’t fabricate the way I’m woven, mouth sewn open, unrivaled, outspoken.
3.
My unwanted soul; return me. Rip me to pieces with hands meant to hold me. A gift to create life, twisted to put me to rest; I don’t need this world, unloved to death. Abused through misuse. You touched me to devour my tissue. Together, we’re a disgusting unity; a manipulation of the gift of creation, so throw me away. Why should I be kept? I can't be convenient. Left behind with nothing left. I’ve become the orphan of this void, you violators. I am abominated, an unholy sacrifice. My unwanted soul; return me. Rip me to pieces with hands meant to hold me. A gift to create life, twisted to put me to rest. I don’t need this world, unloved to death. Look away, look away. There's nothing to see here. Look the other way and I’ll be gone in an instant. Look away, look away. There's nothing to see here. Look the other way and I’ll be gone in an instant. There’s nothing left to touch, to hold, to love here. What is there left to touch, to hold, to love? You'll never hold me. Don’t touch me. Don’t hold me. Don’t love me. Just lose me.
4.
A legion of ghosts in search of hosts are inducing a distortion of hope into you, cause they know that you’re susceptible to those childhood lies that made you feel expendable. You’re influential, but impressionable to the cultural influence of the millennial Hollywood filth that’s formed you into you, that made me who I was before I knew the truth. Left home after dark, no sign of daylight. A stranger followed me home that night, an imposter who planned to take my life, a dangerous being granting me insight. You can say we all go a little mad sometimes, but this one cut me open with a kitchen knife, lived with me, became my guide; like a surrogate parent, but a fraud in disguise. Another pair of eyes on the other side. A different part of me replacing the part that died. They welcome you to the new age with open arms, but blood on their hands. Intoxicate you with a false sense of a sixth sense to put your heart at ease, but lay your soul to rest. Dull your senses, you’re defenseless, but you don’t call home unless you’re feeling restless. You ran away without a sense of direction, a gifted child with a lack of guidance. Followed a paper trail of candy wrappers and tattered maps. I was hungry and lost, then caught in a trance. Lured in by a fantasy, a handful of treats were outstretched to me by a friendly face in a dark alley. Hypnotized, abducted by apostasy, thinking knowledge would be fed to me, instead it fed off of me. Outsider, outsider. Insiders at your door with a psychotic endeavor. Outsider, outsider. They want your spirit, but they only want it severed. We are the rejects, the weirdos, and the freaks, the strangers who no one wants to meet. We sought the secrets of the unseen, but in our own naivety, we were easily misled by our own curiosity to a slaughter that felt like home; a safe haven that made us think we belonged. Where do I belong?
5.
I committed a sin and now they want my head for it. But all that made me any different was that I chose not to pretend to be perfect. What’s black and blue and dead all over? Not what, but who, and now his life could be over. What's black and blue and dead all over? Was she a joke to you? Or a riddle you couldn’t under- stand? See, I always knew the riddle, but I never got the joke. Am I the puzzle you couldn’t piece back together, or the puzzle piece that just wouldn’t fit? Am I the puzzle you couldn’t piece back together, or the puzzle piece that just wouldn’t fit? Look in from the distance and cast your loving judgement. I feel the empty glances of those who don't get it. Opinions graze my skin, like sniper bullets. No questions are asked, just wrong answers are given. You shoot first, with scopes as narrow as your vision. Sent me up to the heavens for target practice, and riddled me with holes ‘cause I looked a bit different. So riddle me this, and let my body pose the question… What's black and blue and dead all over? Not what, but who, and now his life could be over. What's black and blue and dead all over? Was she a joke to you? Or a riddle you couldn’t under- stand? Extra, Extra, read all about it. Another one gone ‘cause he just couldn’t stand it. It’s extra, excessive, I’ve read all about it. Unwarranted hatred for the unwanted. Suicide notes are written in fine print on the backs of your picket signs, and on the other side, faces are plastered beneath captions that read “UNWANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE.” Shrunken headlines are all printed in red, and the only ink left is the blood of the dead, who were tricked to mistreat themselves, but who’s at fault? You put the needle in their hearts like they were voodoo dolls. Point the finger like a wand, making accusations, spilling out curses, casting only reflections. So spell out the sentence, and speak condemnation, but point the finger at yourself and chant the incantation ‘cause I'm the cover you judged before you read your own book. Had you bothered to, you would have learned to look into yourself first, to see you’re broken and hurt, and the cracks that you find, aren’t on the mirror. When will you get it? You're killing the ones you were called to love. When will I get it? The God you've created is not who God is at all.
6.
Overexposure 02:02
Let there be light after dark. Let there be light after dark. Let there be light after dark. Let there be light.

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released April 1, 2018

Mixed/Mastered by Stas Tsambazis
Drum editing: Brandan Lopez
Artwork by Jacob Lanturn

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