Afterimage sets upon the broken sky a bird of fear,
Descends upon sleeping streets, fallen cities, broken bones,
Faces twisted skyward find - ripples on the water - something stirs inside the empty - old embrace of time’s cold memory - all the fear and all the struggle - golden human calls the drummer - golden human calls the drummer down
Blue phase fall Days fall
Dreaming summer wish you would, speaking words she never heard, deafening cold pours from eyes we couldn’t hold,
Memories no one understood,
They never saw the shadow fall, the cable snapped - the painted wall
The rhythm and the pattern break the rhythm and the pattern
Into view the monster drags its bloated frame of broken stones and pain
Something falls into the cold
Like it took the world apart
Take another bad asset, better not look there, better not blinded afterimage Fall, and this mounting fury in a world that nearly couldn’t claim but always ends the same what’s broke can you fix it
never gonna pay if we can’t face it down
if we knew that fear if we faced it
if we knew that all locks
unlock
Boom, fall Days, fail
Great black wings a burning bird, mounts the sky of dreaming earth
tell it to the water - to the water - tell the water - tell the water- tell the water -tell the water
I’m
there
hear about it photograph photograph hear about it tell the hunter hear about it hear about it call the drummer
Un-lock Boom... we fall