The album is about first series of Dr who mixed in with themes of addiction. Using Dr Who has the frame work and a real life journey of the affects of alcoholism on a family. https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/An_Unearthly_Child_(TV_story)#Plot…

Ever lasting love from a brainwashed disciple Basking in the rays from the blue light within Born without a sense of the whole world outside you Gyroscope to all as they’re caught in your spin Never enough Drinking their blood Why does…

Raising the blood red curtain Whispers and eyes uncertain The orchestra begins the theme and chorus As the tension breaks down before us I’m sinking, I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down While we drown in paper waves from the safety of…

How’s the saying go, isn’t it an echo or a stain But words get telephoned, caught up in some other’s long refrain Heavens catch your gaze, barter for your faith, how pretty the horizon How far does it go, the unintended consequence of sight…

Hold my hand get through this I dissect your iris And behind the lens there is an omen Here I thought I knew you But I’m stuck on preview You were hiding in my peripheral vision In my dreams, reaching forward, falling backward, out my…

Your fear took the sky away, we’re stumbling in the dark You ran to the mountain top, sounding the alarm I’ll hold the mirror at the other end, a jewel from it hung sword points highest to the emperor’s sun A clash of the heavens pair…

Lost half of my castle, we dug the moat, we built the walls But the waves don’t care, they’re busy shushing us senseless It’s a wonder, forever building here in the sand How the universe don’t care The pen to the page, part and parcel…

You’ve got a lot to say and sleeves to sew We don’t see eye to eye don’t you know It’s not a coin but two lone planets circling our own suns Where is the salve to soothe our aching hearts Suffice to say we’re better apart The tattered flag…

Rain on my roof, constant tapping, sounds like there’s invaders outside always marching, always shouting, pouring down hour glass counting Half dissected, introverted, I don’t mean to pry Past protracted, so exhausted, I don’t even try…

As the quiet burns on the midnight oil And my footsteps making cracks in the floor For the monsters lurking under my bead For the tinnitus ringing in my head It’s the pill in hands that I hold To Kill the tremors and bury the cold Carry…