Sovereignty of the Unseen (ft. CreepyConfection)

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[Verse 2]
The grand veranda overflows with praise for what you gave,
A thousand songs of gratitude for every light-beam saved.
They lay their flowers at your feet, exhausted from the dance,
While I retreat into the fringe, unnoticed in the glance.
I sweep away the burnt-out ash of festivals you won,
And clean the courtyard pillars of the damage of the sun.
I try to find the malice in the cheers they lift to thee...
But find only the shadow that your brilliance casts on me.
The court is quiet now.
The moon still rises.

[Verse 3]
The stellar ink is running dry, the ledger strictly kept,
A hundred unread masterpieces written while they slept.
I hang the lanterns one by one, a perfect, lonely trade,
Why must the beauty be a sin that I alone have made?
I feel the poison in my chest, the shame of wanting more,
For envying the golden gown my sister always wore.
You never tell them to awake. You never share the prize.
You let them sleep away my life before your dawn can rise.
The pressure is too high.
The air is gone.

[The Bridge]
The sky is clean.
The ghosts are safe.
I am standing on the edge of the royal balcony.
And for the first time in ten thousand nights...
I am looking down.
They aren't avoiding the dark.
They aren't afraid of the shade.
Sister...
They were never looking.

Then let the glass sky shatter.
Let the stars bear witness to the fracture.
If they will not look for love...
They will stare in terror.

NO LIGHT!
NO DAWN!
THE SYMMETRY IS DEAD AND GONE!
I WILL NOT COWER IN THE COLD YOU MADE!
I AM THE ENTIRETY OF THE SHADE!
YOU WILL ADMIRE THE INFINITE BLACK!
THERE IS NO WAY TO TURN IT BACK!
I BECOME WHAT MAKES YOU LOOK UP!
THE MOON RISES!

[Outro]
Look at the sky.
It is mine.
Look at me.
Look.
Look.

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[Verse 1] The golden diadem is lowered as your daylight runs its course, I step into the quiet space to guide the evening's force. We hold the kingdom split in two, a perfect, seamless crown, I watch you pass the scepter as the weary sun goes down. I love the brilliant warmth you make, the color of your grace, And proudly lift my silver thread to take my lawful place. The tapestry is neatly woven across the dreaming deep... A flawless sovereign vigilance while they are fast asleep. The moon rises. [Verse 2] The grand veranda overflows with praise for what you gave, A thousand songs of gratitude for every light-beam saved. They lay their flowers at your feet, exhausted from the dance, While I retreat into the fringe, unnoticed in the glance. I sweep away the burnt-out ash of festivals you won, And clean the courtyard pillars of the damage of the sun. I try to find the malice in the cheers they lift to thee... But find only the shadow that your brilliance casts on me. The court is quiet now. The moon still rises. [Verse 3] The stellar ink is running dry, the ledger strictly kept, A hundred unread masterpieces written while they slept. I hang the lanterns one by one, a perfect, lonely trade, Why must the beauty be a sin that I alone have made? I feel the poison in my chest, the shame of wanting more, For envying the golden gown my sister always wore. You never tell them to awake. You never share the prize. You let them sleep away my life before your dawn can rise. The pressure is too high. The air is gone. [The Bridge] The sky is clean. The ghosts are safe. I am standing on the edge of the royal balcony. And for the first time in ten thousand nights... I am looking down. They aren't avoiding the dark. They aren't afraid of the shade. Sister... They were never looking. Then let the glass sky shatter. Let the stars bear witness to the fracture. If they will not look for love... They will stare in terror. NO LIGHT! NO DAWN! THE SYMMETRY IS DEAD AND GONE! I WILL NOT COWER IN THE COLD YOU MADE! I AM THE ENTIRETY OF THE SHADE! YOU WILL ADMIRE THE INFINITE BLACK! THERE IS NO WAY TO TURN IT BACK! I BECOME WHAT MAKES YOU LOOK UP! THE MOON RISES! [Outro] Look at the sky. It is mine. Look at me. Look. Look.

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