Seasonal adjustments, my how things change,
what a difference a day makes watch it rearrange
everything, once in its place, now never to return,
they say you learn from past mistakes but for the past I still yearn,
though I lost my love in Philly I had to escape from New York,
on my return to the Illadel I thought I heard the gunshots,
or were they just knocks from a mans cell block?
How was the banshee silenced, was the killer ever caught?
I suffered my own murder, a life prematurely taken,
was it six weeks or four months or nine days of faking?
Who was mistaken, assassin or the victim?
Or was it finely balanced at opposite ends of the spectrum?
Most definitely apart longer than ever together if ever,
the sin is it's now only the pain that I remember,
was I dismembered? Did I lose my head?
I hear the first cut is the deepest now I take it as read...
I'm not returning from the dead,
finally I'm joining the living,
don't think I'll ever forget but I'd consider forgiving,
considering it was the greatest height I'd ever fallen from,
and it's taken time but now I know that life does go on,
time heals all wounds and I think I've got plenty on my side,
but I don't expect these scars to disappear overnight,
and I recognise my plight as far from the worst,
now I receive life diversity as a blessing not a curse...
released July 31, 2018
Written, produced and recorded by Noize Creator Epik at Amalgamation, Glasgow, 1999.