Upon our evening when the sun fired blanks. There rode the sickness out of our sight. Carried torches burned out long before it's time. . Among these ruins where our love to be found.
Right now!. Right here!. We stand alone!. . Against pitiless indifference. We stand alone!. . Forever confounded. By the burning margins. To get without context.
Let the weakness set in this world I know. Days cannot hold me, I blur in between. Never fully engaged, the mind races between words. As far as I can get, away from it all.
Much like the tension built between force and will. Stray voltage wanders from neutral to earth. Lest we forget to forgive the signals get crossed. These two grounded objects on the opposite side of.
At a certain point it happens. Life becomes to real. And nothing can hold back. What is about to be. . I don't know how close we need to get. To blind out the surroundings and focus on the real.
We're worried about echoes. and why we're being held-back. bound at the speed of light. . This is the time. of no regret. in a forward momentum race. we leave in our wake.
To ends unknown by means unworthy. To answer wishes, long dead and gone. Old empty promises, a just reward for the blind. Belief makes work for idle minds, we lost our way.
This is not a failure, this is not an end. These are just symptoms of a trajectory descent. Further down the line you hide from the memories of unresolve.
I see myself in the bodies being carried out. I see myself in you when safety falls again. It broke something essential like nothing ever would. A promise to give, a promise to hold.
Our backs can never carry these atrocities around. So we focus on what's safely within reach to market our concerns. Inside this time and place, there is nothing more you can be to me.
Let no one be themselves. . Turn of the century lies. Not within the others. Turn on the wretchful eye. The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered.
I will not play along, the things i find unfair. I will not mount defenses against unjust attacks. This land was never given we built this on our own.
A human force. Stronger than logic. Beyond the focus and the grander ideas. One microcosmos. In this wretched piece of hell. Distant memories. Of what empathy we felt.
You try to hide. The fact hidden from yourself. Your own favourite entertainer. Is none other than. The one we call you. And you need the others. To fortify your disgust.
Riddled by the trappings. Of words that makes the edges blur. Here on the outskirts. Of sincerity and pride. Stretched as far as words can reach. By the lure of higher meaning.
Make enemies of truth and reason. In that a rage is born. Start out a promise and a venture. Where direction was never the goal. . How does it feel. To run out of nothing.
Insufficient facts. Make up for a frail foundation. Breeding the obscene. For the opinion. Customized. Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels.
It's all this reeking ego craves. The sun to never set. Why do threads of anger never linger?. Why does the ember turn to stone?. To where the longing goes.
The unsaid tone of weak despair. Fail to resonate. Frayed end of our binding threads. Will disintegrate. By the laws our phiysique state. Failure to communicate.
You are all that matters. In my private demonology. Those who fear** us now. The sons of wishes. The bastard child of dream. Enemies of hope. Let it be gone.