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From "The Gallery" (1995).

Give me to drink of the fluid
That disintegrates
And lend me the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe
Oh, Lethe
Hold me near, unravel the stars
As I speed through the heavens
I speed through the night
For you are my blade and my rope
You are my
You are my Lethe
You are my own

In currents of cobalt you storm through my heart
To sever, to puncture the memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries in sharp stabs of pain
Your talonlike fingers to kill me again
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Steal me, invade me and charge me again
For I burn and I shudder
Burn with each movement of

So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear, renewed and reforged
Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe
Hold me near, my one friend and guide
As I drown through your fingers
Drown through your love
For you are the life that I hate
You are my
You are my

Drag me down, in passionate sighs
With the ocean above me
And flames in my eyes
And grant me a life I can live

Take me away...
Take me away...

...from the life that I hate.



"In Greek mythology, Lethe (Λήθη) was one of the five rivers of Hades. Also known as the Ameles potamos (river of unmindfulness), the Lethe flowed around the cave of Hypnos and through the Underworld, where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness. Lethe was also the name of the Greek spirit of forgetfulness and oblivion, with whom the river was often identified." -Wikipedia