Solace - Preoccupations

Uncertainty on demand

Currently it’s an emergency

And we need disaster relief

And finally consolation prizes, today

Seeking solace in shadows

Eclipsing binary stars

Dancing in a graveyard of ambition

Resurrecting everybody’s desires and visions

Everything is falling apart

And we all have confessions to make

And all the things that you’ve ever loved

Effectively will never be spoken of again

We are powerful enough to perfect

An apparatus of incredible accuracy

So this could be our final embrace

Losing face through a veil of ash and smoke

And I don’t want this

No one wants this anymore

Grow another habitat