The Quickening - Psyche, Technoir

This is temptation

These are the years we’ve left behind

Your revelation

This is the cruelty of our time

I can’t escape it

Take back every word I’ve said

There’s no belonging

The voices of the dead

And when the stars are falling

Projections on the screen

Another day is dawning

Come back to me

And when the night is calling

For everyone to see

The memory’s still haunting

Come back to me

This is impatience

These are the hungry mouths to feed

No complications

This is abandon of our needs

I can’t erase it

Take back all the tears we’ve shed

Useless behaviour

A war inside my head