we have been attempting to wrap our minds around everything without letting anything engulf us. As impossible as it may seem a seam is only an end to a theme. Since we can remember, we will. Considering all senses to be one. The body...an individual receptor for the translation of it's own visualized projection seemed as ideal a starting point as any. Our center of spirit is our music, expression of emotion or lack thereof. Although more optimistic than years ago, collectively the impossible is still within our reach. We started at the end in search of a new beginning, the mirage takes form and the bullshit thins. Most distractions fall away... ashes, some pieces too weak to hold on as the wind gets stronger. Successfully, the instruments have fallen into place, bringing to life through auditiory impulses, the full effects of the onslaught of mankind in their present day society. -Brief Lament-
In some form of radiance they,
Conscript in our defense and,
Insult our intelligence.
I am strong though my sins pushing in through the floor…
It’s warm … and flooding in again Hot breath on cold cement the,
Bones ache in brief lament
ENTER
-seize-
Skin-starved from end-to-end,
Time heals it tends to mend these sores,
And more… from wearing thin again
*The road’s on…. fire its gone…burn on… this world is caving in (She’s spiraling, spirals down)
*Its time to spread your wings
Pull roots and break some plans,
Let’s dance this drunken dance and,
Orbit alone at last.
The future’s approaching fast,
Its warm… dim and turning into past.
Rise to a higher stance,
Realize significance and,
This will to not give in,
Show him he’s not the man anymore,
He’s old…. and long worn thin.
*The road’s on…. fire it’s gone…burn on…this world is caving in (She’s spiraling, spirals down)
*Its time to spread your wings
(She’s spiraling, spirals down…. almost taste earth, in her mouth.)
(She’s spiraling, spirals down…. almost taste earth, in her mouth.)
