I counted the seconds. As they passed me by like hours. Avoiding contact with the world. That seeks to find me. . Somehow they've found a way. Of making me the firing range.
Rising resistance decision to abort. Plan of peace in danger. This weight on our shoulders, much too heavy now to hold. Dreams of high cards, now have been thrown fold.
An early warning. Forging notes that never die. The air now rings with dissonant sound. . Screaming our last prayer. For this cross that we bare grows much heavier.
Captured in this sequence. I lust for days of promise passing by. Another place, another time. Another ship of fools I am on. . Oh, they go nowhere. Should I feel this way?.