Lonely in Your Arms (Chapter IX)

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The Postman Syndrome

The Postman Syndrome was a progressive metal band from New Jersey that was active from the late 1990s until the early 2000s. They were known for their intricate and technical musical style, blending elements of progressive rock, post-hardcore, and alternative metal. The band released two albums before disbanding, showcasing their unique songwriting and complex arrangements. more »

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Pick and peel; buy a drill; chip away
Scream, push, weak yet? Scared?
Locked outside? Will you cry?
Will you wait, open arms for your angel?
I tug and pull and build an empty nest for kindred souls
You cut me up into small pieces, not to swallow whole
Is there even a hole at all?
I'm cut waiting

Are you scared to look inside?
Can't fit through the needle's eye?
Am I grotesque when spread wide?
Some doors will never be pried
Or is it not me you fear?
Your naked soul plugs its ears
Walled in for so many years (fraud, lies)
voices would bring down (fools, lost in) the sky

So why go on?
Forever handicapped, and still we're told there are some bonds that can't be broke
Fraud, lies by terrified escapists

Glass can shield the rain
With my head on the wheel it's my puddles I feel
I'm parked at the gate
I'm used to the wait; the album's long ended
I can't see the sky: precipitation splashes on glass, all I see
Guide me through this night
Your lonely welcome, gleaming, green glowing self shines me inside

Wishing that the lights will change so I can drive by
Waiting for the signs to rearrange, or must I revise my style?
Standing on the only side to open your color scheme
Basking in a color fortified begs to become the green
Wishing that the lights will change so I can drive by
Waiting for the signs to rearrange, or must I revise my style?
Standing on the only side to open your color scheme
Basking in a color fortified begs to become the green

So many things just don't come to mind
Perfectly placed but still out of line
You go your own way and expect the world to wait
We'll meet again ahead in the burning heat of red
Collide, collision. Inside, incision
If words can heal the divide you're speechless in your ride
Your lips will wait tonight for me to run this red light

You lie sweetly on my chest
Bond us tight to rest
My ribs shield you from my heart
Eyes close and we part

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