Another sweet surrender
A sense of hope
Look into the mirrors
See the fractures show
Steadily discovering the reason you let go
You grow towards elite
Suddenly your World succumbs
Our masks are made of gold
A hopeless synergy
It shows me who you were
To learn who you are
I carve another route
Ache for release
The shadow cast a darker light
A treason you bestowed
Your exposition in decline
As colours now align
Suddenly the World succumbs
Our masks are made of gold
A hopeless synergy
You feel it
Discover what you are
To avoid the drown you decipher sound
Suddenly the World succumbs
Our masks are made of gold
A hopeless sound
So suddenly the World succumbs
Your mask is made of gold
A hopeless sound
You inspire without disposition
And as the lights turn the cities down
This gracious entrance knows
No sovereign in you
Become progression
See the World in a new way
In it’s absence we must stay to taste the sky
Memories carry more weight
In the end it’s all we take that survives
My aspiriation forgives emotion
Conspire a change in all directions
With nowhere left to hide
Is this something I should know?
A promise made to you
A new perception
Postulated the existance
It’s mediator particle
I’ve passed some kind of test
A longing to confess
the waters run deep and cold
See the world in a new way
In it’s absence we must stay to taste the sky
Memories carry more weight
In the end it’s all we take that survives
We cast our skins
Divide into another life
How this hollow tomb translates
A lush equanimity awaits
The wires never sleep
Live for the system with hunger for more
How the synapses resist, the waves are in control
A white noise, a chaos, connected to you
Consume to live while we are living to consume
I am your device
A subterfuge
This self possession takes it’s hold
The wires never sleep
Nothing forgotten
And as the world screams
Method is driven
Sound fills the waves
You let it break
How the debris placates
Live for the system with hunger for more
How the synapses resist, the waves are in control
A white noise, a chaos, connected to you
Consume to live while we are living to consume
A constructed disorder
Open your eyes to the artifice
Survive the exile
When balance is lost we have arrived
So blind
I see that fire in your eyes
It burns the mind like candles
Language limited while every gut intinct punches into me
As the histories unfold
We’re carried on a symphony of screaming souls
Writhing in controversy
It flavours the air that I breathe
And I will never leave this solitude
The decorated throne
These violent wounds are so familiar
When surrender is your everything
You’re covered up with stones
So weak so powerless you’re overthrown
Can I break through this abstract?
Without wounding me or you
I’ve been waiting for so long to seek the final truth
And I will never leave this solitude
The decorated throne
These violent wounds are so familiar
Writhing in controversy
It flavours the air that I breathe
And I will never leave this throne
Dessicated and alone
And I will never leave this solitude
The decorated throne
These violent wounds are so familiar
When surrender is your everything
You’re covered up with stones
Heard you calling in my sleep
Silently watching over everything
Fear the hollow rift
In this moment you are fighting to survive
The shadows follow and they thrive
A mind in disarray
A broken memory
Dichotomy
A momentary loss of sight
Is just enough to keep us blind
And so we fall onto the blade of all that was
There’s a phantom at my feet
Desperately yearning for one final breath
And as the red sun sinks
It’s prescence makes you sick
Dichotomy
A momentary loss of sight
Is just enough to keep us blind
The World could be seen
As an atrbitrary glimpse of light
Pressure in the dark combines
And so we fall onto the blade of all that was
I’ll watch it burn
When all that you know is decaying
You turn to the sky
Mindfully reaching, but trapped
The look in your eyes
And so we fall onto the blade of all that was
So we fall onto the blade of all that was
Dispondency
Compound infinity
The air of malaise
A non-existant gaze
And I admired your honesty
Your blood still runs through my veins
The healer needs to heal
The last butterfly takes flight
We’re missing all your textures
Once step closer to the void
Calling, bursting, hoping
A touch of feathered intent
Into the blue horizon
While you sleep
The ones you cherished
Form an assemblage
The voyager knew that it was the end
The final moment