The Healing Touch of Time

The quintessential Hermes song for all the world to see, now with proper instruments and a proper lineup for that matter
Hermes on this recording is:
Vincent: Voice, Guitars, Bass, Programming
Jay: Voice
Steven: Keys, Synths, Programming
Michael: Samples
Lyrics written: June 2024 (excerpts from the original November 2019 Lyrics too)
Music written: November 2019, rearranged in May 2024
Lyrics:
The longest lasting demon of humankind
It comes down to haunt the every misstep made
Ensuring a life of fulfillment is unborn
All dreams turn to black, never to see the sun
The week of harvest dawns with inner cycles
Await its procession further to “the window”
Then it comes through blood the week comes to an end
A sign that the seed has not been implanted
THIS LIFE ABORTED, INVERTED, INSIDE OUT
Fresh hues of crimson stare down my throat
TO SEE WHAT'S WITHIN SPLAYED ACROSS THE GROUND
Reaching inside to rip this vessel clean out
Pinned down to lay in your own blood
Objectified for disposal
Defiled into another world
And nobody will hear your cries
PINNED DOWN TO LAY IN YOUR OWN BLOOD
OBJECTIFIED FOR DISPOSAL
FOR THE MIXTURES OF WHITE AND RED
PAINT THE CANVAS THAT BIRTHED YOUR END
The healing touch of time consumes
All in its path, leaving no trace
Other than your blooded remains
Ripped to a husk, left to decay
Face the wall
Tied back only to submit to it
Face the wall
With bloodied legs you’ll never walk…
Retracting inward…
These spaces grow thin…
These spaces grow thin…
These spaces grow thin…
Fluids of creation…
Smothered in red, the healing touch
The last sight before my eyes close
The hourglass with hands up high
Shaped in a way familiar
It lays inside me bleeding out
A holding cell for the unborn
The healing touch of time bears down
Will time heal like all say it does?
The healing touch of time consumes
All in its path, leaving no trace
Other than your blooded remains
Ripped to a husk, left to decay
Face the wall
Tied back only to submit to it
Face the wall
With bloodied legs you’ll never walk…
THE HEALING TOUCH OF TIME BEARS DOWN
HEALING MY SHELL AND ALL MY SCARS
CLEANSING THE SOUL OF THE WEAKENED
NOW I MAY LIVE AND PROCREATE
Will the new blood see the sunrise?
Will mother world recycle us?
Will time heal like all say it will?
Will the hands of time forgive us?
The soul remains within this hollowed out body
Bear witness to horrors practiced upon your skin
Coated in your own blood, discharged from what’s within
Your silken voice turns to mute, wired shut for compliance
THE HEALING TOUCH OF TIME BEARS DOWN
HEALING MY SHELL AND ALL MY SCARS
CLEANSING THE SOUL OF THE WEAKENED
NOW I MAY LIVE AND PROCREATE
Will the new blood see the sunrise?
Will mother world recycle us?
Will time heal like all say it will?
Will the hands of time forgive us?
Drained from your body left to rot in cold blood
Mass of flesh and blood to be exploited further
Hourglass, hands up high, reminding me of the pain
What’s inside my body, all is drained from within
Gasp for air, savor these few moment
Gasp for air, before your lungs collapse
Gasp for air, as its pushed further through
Gasp for air and witness dead futures

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