Old Days Born Anew - Textures

With the old days born anew

A Massive gathering of onlookers

Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked

With feathers of dust and wind

Emerging from the fiery fields

We’re all being stepped on like insects

A million minds weeping

This boundless energy

This synergy

It’s better contained

We are so free

And what a superb absence is our soul

Desire is a liar

Blueprint of mankind’s weakness

Absolute absolution

Criticize criticism

We are weighed down every moment

By the merciless sensation of time

This is an epidemy

Without remedy

It’s better contained

Evolve, so free

And what a superb absence is our soul

Resolve this mirroring, wondering

We believe in the signs

Into the depths of the unknown

Only there you’ll find something new

What are you running from?

Obsession?

What are you running from?

There are moments of existence

When time and space are more profound

And the awareness of existence

Is immensely heightened

This is the war of creation

And time becomes a murderer

Murderer!

Bring me consolation

Then we’ll talk

Inconsistent copy

Abductor of every art form

Eyes can’t see what’s beyond

And the wind’s silent

So from the mould

Scarlet and gold

A bulb will rise

A newborn

Bring him consolation

Then he’ll bless us

Give him a Judas kiss and

Face the consequence

Eyes can’t see what’s beyond

So long, my serenity

Lost in a conversation

Build these towers upside down

Lost in this constellation

And the wind is silent