Secretly Yours

by Secret Tombs

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Secret Tombs No.3

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released June 1, 2014

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Track Name: I-"Secretly Yours"
secretly yours, your sanity's threshold

the lowest you can be, before you start to see and feel things

secretly yours, the cerebral paradise

the sights that unfold, shining and endless, whenever you close your eyes

secretly yours, the place where the exit shines

you float in its direction over alien landscapes whenever you close your eyes

in your mind's labyrinth palatial halls

winding corridors of torch-lit stone

there shimmers the reflection of an unnamed evil

the malicious and chaotic agent of your downfall



sloping brick and chain-link passages

terminating at the ship yard

lit mostly dull yellow and red

from tail lights jamming the boulevard

hoping to catch your lonely eye

in this place I walk the night

while the city blares on behind



I didn't notice that I was trapped, until it was much too late

when I could no longer get to sleep on my own or differentiate between the days



first I got by on looks

then I got by on gambler's[?] luck

don't know what i was getting by on when the visions struck

flashes and scenes, into my mind's eye,

glinting with the spark of the divine
Track Name: II-"Confrontational Love"
the things I do in the night-time
ain't exactly for fun
sometimes I feel like if I FOCUS I can hover outside my own body
like I can read minds, see into people's souls, man I barely even know what's happening
and being sober's a nightmare -ask dave - but the solution ain't free
so every evening after the sun goes down I limp out into the street
but like I say, when I'm on the grind, don't feel bad about this life of mine, I just want you to have a good time. You want it raw…
BAD MEAN UNCLEAN RAW RUDE CONFRONTATIONAL RANK DANGEROUS TERRIFYING PASSIONATE PAINFUL CONFRONTATIONAL LOVE
I was passed out on the floor one morning when the visions first came. A brutal path of global destruction cut by ancient forces uncontained.
and with a rush of violent flames I awoke alone in the dark, to my man calling my name,
he said 'get down on the street and sell us some of that
Track Name: III-"In The Violent Flames"
though I attempted in the days that followed to maintain my routine
I could not help but feel afraid from the things that I had seen
the people I know, reduced to tatters of blood and bone
left to crawl forever in a cloud of debris
most of all I was haunted by the vague promise of salvation
the psychic provision of a supernatural path to escape
but I was given no method to receive this information
so all I can do is wait

and when the night is gone, without a message or a sign, --CHORUS-
and there's nothing I can do to make it better
that's when I resign to the imminent destruction where Ill perish in the violent flames alongside everybody else

resonating in the prehistoric place in my heart
the rare chance of receiving further visions
the prospect of escape began to consume me
lying beneath desperate thrusts I'd dream of what was to be
---chorus
in the violent flames, along with everybody else
Track Name: IV-"(In My Dreams) Heaven Is A Place I Believe In"
and so I endured this diminishing trial
a half-conscious existence is all the stakes seemed to allow
desperate to be given the chance, to be shown the way out
rain tapped my window as I lay in a fitful sleep
when a second splendid vision was transmitted into me
such a vast, strange and magnificent sight, I could not help but weep
in my dreams, heaven is a place I believe in
I know how to get there now, and I need to go
at the bottom of the ocean, concealed by sorcery unknown
sits the medium of my passage, a dimensional turnstile; a portal to another world

I knew I would see the signal when no one else was around
illuminating in the water an iron handle to pull me down
would be three strong lights, shining up to a place I know

and in my dreams, heaven is a place I believe in
I know how to get there now, and I need to go
at the bottom of the ocean, concealed by sorcery unknown
sits the medium of my safe passage, a dimensional turnstile; a portal to another world. A portal to another world that won't be destroyed.

By most outside accounts I was wasting away
Track Name: V-"This'll Be The Night"
I don't work now. I spend my time pacing by the edge of the water, straining, hoping that I don't mistake the sign in some reflection. Faint catcalls and idling motors reach down to me, and I wonder if I'm really gonna make it out.
Because every hour I feel I'm closer to knowing the location of the handle.
For centuries, decaying in the dark, now floating somewhere in the harbor.
Glowing in the reeds, stretching down past where visibility fades…where a mechanism of elusive origin awaits...

This'll be the night that I see those spotlights shining,
This'll be the night that the handle pulls me down

Down, to where I was shown I would be enclosed
by two halves of a conical vessel, provided to protect me
on my journey across the fabric of space
the things that I'll see on my passage to safety

This'll be the night that I see those spotlights shining
This'll be the night that I swim out into the harbor
This'll be the night that I grab ahold of the handle
This'll be the night that it'll pull me way way down

this'll be the night ill be holding on for dear love
Track Name: VI-"Holdin' On For Dear Love"
and in my anxious misery, I nearly neglected a triangle of lights beaming out of the sea
don't bother trying to find me when the buildings start to crumble,
I'll be well on my way to a place of which you can't even conceive
the clouds of earthly doom are gathering over me, a shadow of destruction [or death] being cast all over the globe.
so I'll swim out to the handle, while the hellfire crackles above, and I'll be holding on for dear love...
paddling out, in my shoes, into the frigid darkness
the alleyways swell with the echoes of terrified screams
but I continue on towards the sign, I know what lays [sic] in store behind
and ill be holding on for dear love
thats why ill be holding on for dear love
will the halves fuse, will the capsule drain, will I pass through onto another plane
ill keep holding on for dear love
and then, as in my vision, there floats the handle
the spotlights extinguish as I grab ahold
the machinery sets in motion, and I hear the gearing groan
and now im holding on, holding on for dear love
im just holding on for dear love
will the halves fuse, will the capsule drain, will I pass through onto another plane
ill keep holding on for dear love