P R I S M S

by City of Ghosts

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released March 11, 2016

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Derek Moffat at 608 Studios | 608studios.com

Produced by City of Ghosts and Derek Moffat

Strings courtesy of Mary Neal Turek
Additional vocals courtesy of Brianna Jackson and Mary Neal Turek

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Track Name: Arjuna
I'll drift away
I'd rather sheath my sword
Than swing my blade their way.
How can I shed their blood?
Better left a man than heartless,
Or just a hollow husk who's left to dry.
A coward's soul called to retreat.

Burn me without my crown
The flames sear away my sin
I'm not the hero you're looking for
So burn me without my crown


By the blood of my brothers,
I won't swing this sword their way,
And their armies will hold more arrows
Than God would need to slay the sky
A battle filled with those of burden souls Digging their own graves.

As I wait to find my true north,
To make my way back home
Or turn this heart to stone.
I will be forced to face this all alone.
A lonely wandering soul.
To reach for something whole
To catch the wind.


Trapped between duty and fate,
Blinded by destiny
If the world can cease to be,
Does the world mean anything?
Track Name: Prisms
I drank the sky tonight
And tasted what it hides
I felt the heart inside
And it beats for you and I
It said:
You're not your face
You're not your failures
You are not your sheltered shame
What will become of this
Potent gift you hold?

Manifest reality you're sold
Because it's all that you know.
You hide the secrets from yourself,
You will hide the truth from yourself.
It’s a shadow for us all.

Don't wear the weight of their wounds
On your fragile shoulders.
They rise just to curse
Don't wear the weight of their wounds
On your fragile shoulders
They stand just to fall

It seems this apparition has a name.
One that screams so loudly
Through the flame.
This silence speaks a curse of withering
Enough to keep us tethered to the pain.

Light shines so brightly
My eyes cannot see.
My hands reach so high
My feet flee the earth.

Don't wear the weight of their wounds
On your fragile shoulders.
They rise just to curse
Don't wear the weight of their wounds
On your fragile shoulders
They stand just to fall

But still we always fade
Swallowed up by the fog.
A signal struggling through the haze.
Searching for some source of light
Where shadows are exposed
For what they are

Don’t bare their wounds
On your fragile shoulders.
What will become of this potent
gift that you hold?
Don’t bare their wounds
On your fragile shoulders.
What will become of this potent
gift that you hold?
Track Name: Hidden Kings
Do the days behind define me?
As I take these steps
Are they even truly mine?
I’ve stumbled
I’ve fallen down
As I search for an escape
I still long for fields of victory?

Bring me back beyond
The beauty and decay
(Bring me back)
The place I won’t dare to name

Is this how we carry on?
We’re apparitions each
And we have one foot in the ground
I fear I’m, I’m too far gone
Day by day asking am I within or am I without?

We could bury our shame
We could curse their names

Bring me back beyond
The beauty and decay
(Bring me back)
The place I won’t dare to name
Track Name: Darkest Days
I struggle to awake,
Discard my darkest days
As if the pain were seared into my DNA
You're laid out at my feet.
I buckle at the knee.
I search for something in this life-
Less face in front of me

I struggle to awake,
Discard my darkest days
As if the pain were seared into my DNA
You're laid out at my feet.
I buckle at the knee.
I search for something in the life-
Less face in front of me

Detach from the waiting,
Detach from the dirt.
Never will this burden cease to hurt.

Enough of the failing, enough of the doubt
Even when our bodies lack life
And meet the earth.

In our loss we are alone.
The grief shall crush the will of the strong,
But not our love.

This land is a dream
With darkness underneath.
A place where our tides recede
More quickly than the sea’s.
It salts my wounds again
And binds my hands and feet.
Descend into the deep.
We cannot flee the fates
The depths come for us all

Enough of the failing, enough of the doubt
Even when our bodies lack life
And meet the earth.

In our loss the grief shall crush
The heart of the strong,
But not our love.
In our loss the grief shall crush
The heart of the strong,
But not our love.

In our loss we are alone.
The grief shall crush the will of the strong,
But not our love.
In our loss we are alone.
The grief shall crush the will of the strong,
But not our love.

The will of the strong, but not our love.
Track Name: Cold Machines
This is where you disappear.
You interrupt the emanation for an instant.
Then in time you find
That nothing's truly real
As you fade away
From fundamental entropy
As we shed these cold machines,
We breathe original disbelief

Oh! We're Just a reflection
Of a reflection being reflected.
This silence speaks more truth than words.
Just a reflection of a reflection
Being reflected
This is where you disappear.

What I held so close forgotten like a dream.
No name no face adrift within
The place from which you came
Drink the joy, the sorrow as while you can
Where was I?
Where were you?
Is there a difference at all?
Is there a difference at all?

You replicate and separate.
But do not wash away
This mirrored memory.

If our bones should break,
The tears we make,
Shall lead to our escape
We encapsulate the dreams that shape
The threads that weave our fate

If my bones should break,
The tears I make,
Shall lead to my escape
I encapsulate the dreams that shape
The threads that weave my fate

You're just a song
One thousand joys,
One thousand sorrows
You're just a song
One thousand joys
This is where I disappear