Stitch from Nassau by Nassau

It’s unconceivable yet, still so believable
If I could see in duress, it’s time to let go
It’s all so easy to leave, but where would give you shelter
Why don’t you come and rest those, bones with me

Set the world to the side, if I could make a request-
Catch your breath…yet…. Still somewhat difficult
It’s getting hard to control, but with some heart and some soul
The leg is crooked, it’s not your fault

By a leading cut
running it down, spreading you open
Adding a lever control, it’s almost over
Could go much further though
Insert a servo to sway to and fro
Letting you know how much I love it all

A jump start to your heart
logging it down, adjusting for sound
Checking the vitals are rounded and…come on-
Clear the clouds and sparks
Light is fading as day slips to night, as the life returns with every…..

A glass rod to dislodge the abscess
With my obsession beset
Upon a shimmering diamond thermal scalpel-
Saw through your chest, remove the decaying flesh
Call me conceited but I think this is a, tour de force

Perception shapes who we are
An awkward crucible that’s hard to perceive
See? ….A touch of irony
Perhaps it’s all too complex, to sit and simply dissect
Can always put it to the test

By a leading cut
running it down, spreading you open
Adding a lever control, it’s almost over
Could go much further though
Insert a servo to sway to and fro
Letting you know how much I love it all

A jump start to your heart
logging it down, adjusting for sound
Checking the vitals are rounded and…come on down
Clear the clouds and sparks
Light is fading as day slips to night, as the life returns with every stitch

If I could get more time, I could get more life
I only live for you, my monster in a tube

Making it alone… You know its on…
A life without you, what will I do
Don’t you go saying its over
So far from home
But you’re out of life, out of time

Dissection is delectable
I hope they have a dress in my size

Stray from me
As you fade into the night
Run away
But you’re running out of time
Running out of life

Two bodies are down that I can think of
There’s thieving and stealing from grieving-
They don’t count, and I leave to the cults
Cheap thrills that led to violent fits and death throws
Assembled together by beautiful scars, a patchwork of electrodes-
It starts all o… Again… It starts again… Starts all o…. Again

Its not maniacal, I’m just trying to
Get some body to love and maybe listen to me-
Again and again and again
Despite of all that I have done, through all the anguish and blood
Sisyphus again

• Death Metal
• Melodic
• Metal
• Progressive
• Technical
• mixed genre
• Edinburgh