Description goes hereStay hidden.
Stay low.
While your heart beats out
Morse Code.
S.O.S: straight from the source.

Stealing memories
from your shadow.
Translate silence
into poems.
So many lights burn out,
before they lose their glow...

One-hundred-thousand words,
they keep their meaning hidden.
Decipher in the dark.
Your life in hieroglyphics,
this language can't be spoken
by One who keeps their broken bones
hidden in the dark...

Hide-and-seek,
now don't you cheat.
Let the Sun in to expose
The secret things that hide,
where the light is always low.
Suspended is the night,
in an ever-lasting dawn...

One-hundred-thousand words,
they keep their meaning hidden.
Decipher in the dark.
Your life in hieroglyphics,
this language can't be spoken
by One who keeps their broken bones
where whispers learn their secrets,
the Angels send the Demons,
the place where even shadows
have no-where to go...

Hidden in the dark.

Description goes hereDon't worry.
We'll get through this one.
Just like we'll get
through the next one.

Construction yard:
Rebuild.
With the pieces
that lay here still.

Lego spaceship take us far away.

Ground Control:
The pieces fit.
Start the countdown.
Lift off is imminent.
Goodbye!
Open the sky!
This is ride or die!

Wake up!
You're screaming in your sleep, boy!
For the sake of,
your final bit of dignity.
Lose the message in the delivery.
Lose the magic inside the fantasy.
Your fractures want to steal your identity.
Oh, no.
Let me worry...

We'll get through this one.
There's a pattern to the war.
The war...

Wake up!
You're sleeping through your dreams, boy!
It's a great show!
The theater of never-endings.
Lose the method inside the mastery.
Lose the intrigue inside the mystery.
The fractured magic keeps it in harmony.
Oh, no...

Description goes hereA martyr made out of stone.
Oh, oh...
Screaming alive.
Screaming alone.
I'm bleeding for change.
Bring me to life.
String me along.
Bring me to life.
String me along.
And pour the concrete over my bones.
Bring me to life.
String me along.
And pour the concrete over my bones.

I've been lingering...

In a Delta...
In between
the Alpha and the Omega
to see
if these Beta waves
are more real
than the Theta state
where everything integrates
and it feels like
I am locked in auto-dream.

A martyr made out of stone,
decryption of the code.
On Earth, projected from The Source.

Suspended,
between them.

I've been lingering...

There are quiet wars,
fought with temperament and tempered men.

Be a good soldier and carry the war on your shoulder, but don’t slam the door!
There’s a quota for keeping tempers high - keep ‘em at each others throats.

Where the damage dealt is only felt,
in the void between the nerves.

Weaponize silence. Invisible violence.

Only quiet wars and movie scores,
reflect the main themes.
The counterpoint of all your hopes and all of your dreams.
A catalogue of all your holes and all of your seams.
Have ya had enough?
Can ya handle more?

We were not born.
We were sculpted from the stars, dear!
No more supernova tears,
the things you need are here.

Only quiet wars and movie scores,
reflect the main themes.
The counterpoint of all your hopes and all of your dreams.
A catalogue of all your holes and all of your seams.
Have ya had enough?
Can ya handle more?

The moment won’t last, it’ll pass, it’ll become part of your past.
You’ll look back and wish you had saturated yourself in all of it.
Cherish the fact it will become part of your path.
A way to move forward without ever havin’ to double-back.

The whisper drifts through lips and starts to shimmer…
A guiding light to let the magic linger.

Just enjoy it, just enjoy it in the meantime.
Just incase it slips away before you realize.
Just enjoy it, just enjoy it in the meantime.
Justify the Great Goodbye with memories of feelin’ fine.

It’s scarce, it’s dirt, it’s wretched comfort.
Your virtue blurs the evil and the good.
It’s cooked, it’s served, it’s salted with rare-earths.
Your wisdom starves for knowledge with a thirst.

We’ve burned our Spirit’s bridge,
Heaven knows.
And built our God with gold and silicon.

Your crown was earned by chance, a lucky roll.
Don’t confuse your cushion for a throne.
One who claims that he’s the last to stand…
would be proud of where he’s sitting down.

We’ve burned our Spirit’s bridge,
Heaven knows.
And built our Gods with clones and empty drones.
The wind is standing still.
No more breeze and no more Winter chill.

It’s fear, my dear…
Of touching something real.
Lightning strikes regardless of how you feel.
Your castle shields heavy raindrops from your head,
I’ll sleep outside with freezing dogs instead.