Death Room, Pt. 1 - Gazpacho

There’s a sadness in the stars

Whose fires silver line the night

The madness of never having fully lived

All I have is here

Tangible

History

My reward

Eternity

Memory

Cornerstone

Follow me

Leave it all

Obsolete

Bittersweet

He ran to hide

Kept a log

About his fear

A small relief

He wants to sink and sleep with them

They’re in his dreams, he hears them

Whisper of this nothing

As every night gets darker

City lights in the Norden’s

Tachometric telescope and

They are not real

A thousand lives slow below him

Perfect paranoia is a perfect defense

Against them all

But you destroy what you’re defending