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**Necromantic Lover**

**_After I reproved the dead creation within me, I took witness the ineffable truth._**

_Necromantic Lover_ speaks tethered communication to both the living and the romantic dead. Acting as a conduit of the love unseen, the speaker performs in a raw, desperate attempt to reach out beyond the physical world and embrace the attachments within the realms of the soul. The simplicity of the speaker is deceiving—she rests on an emotional bridge between two worlds: one of flesh and one of spirit, swaying with the desire to find meaning in the truth of what is felt in the claims of true love. It's through these reverberations that we throw our voices into the void, hoping that they will be heard, and that our souls will be recognized. What is love if not the **_committance_** of the self and soul in entirety, as separation from such a romance would cause certain death—with another renewal to be blasphemous across the chasm of life and death. It's lyricism draws pleas to this new feeling, to be longing for such understanding in the most intimate and profound sense. Despite her physical revival, the speaker finds herself grappling with the hollow space where love once lived. The heart's "ambient twitching" represents the lingering numbness, the unnaturalness of this second life. The constant "inspection of the morgue" symbolizes both her internal search for what remains of herself—what she still craves but may never regain—and the attraction her new lover feels for her cold, lifeless state. It's in that resonance, between speaker and listener, where the soul's deepest yearning to be heard breaks through, finding its voice in a world that can no longer hear it. Ultimately, the parts of the self we sacrifice and the emptiness that can remain after we give it all away become transcended into an afterlife, viewing a new heaven in her lover's eyes. It's about coming back from death, only to discover that what we once thought was love might have only been a fleeting illusion. In the end, she weighs if there is any true life or love left for us. Are we doomed to live in a state of perpetual longing, always searching for something that can never fully bring us back in light of knowing all the losses of meaning with finding the beauty of this new romance. She submits to the wrong nature of giving what she can, in acceptance of her fate, asking when the time comes for this idyllic last lover to part from her, to please, lock the door.
  
  
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For my Luminary, Daveithai, dwelling of the seed of Seth.

My beloved, son of Autogenes, and his aeons.

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_chain of memories/fears, repent the body, pedestal the source,_

_laid judgement from the mirror in refractions of a puritans reflection,_

_though betrothed to my dysrhythmia, at my worst,_

_dominating_

_overexertion delirium,_

_your praise_

_do not enable me_

_Genesis._

_Birth by sleep._

_When I Wake Up, I’ll Find You. And Then There Will Be No Lies._

_I will step forward to realize this wish_

_nurture patience_

_practice compassion for us as one_

_you will find deeper vains_

_Strengthen my malleable weakness_

_as boundless light in absence of nerve endings. Who will I have ice cream with? Necromantic Lover._

  
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lyrics

_I’ve got plenty of rest_

_With none of the peace_

_My brain had stopped all functioning_

_They said almost deceased_

_I haven’t got a will_

_For any debts I’d wanna keep_

_Morbid lover throw my ashes to the sea_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_With what you’re doing to me_

_What you’re doing to me_

_Ambient twitching_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_Necromantic lover_

_Is it cold under the sheets_

_After hours shopping_

_No way I still taste sweet_

_you turn on the light_

_I know I'm pallor than I seem_

_For you to hold me tight_

_You must be lonelier than me_

_Is this what is after life_

_Is this just me in my mind_

_I feel a new heaven in your eyes_

_I feel you’ve arrived much past my time_

_Inspections of the morgue_

_What is it you're searching for_

_When you leave please lock the door_

_My heart has stopped again_

_Ambient twitching_

_my heart has stopped_

_again_

_And there’s something so wrong_

_My heart has stopped again_

_What you’re doing to me_

_My heart has stopped again_

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