The Passage

Dawn, Suspended by the sound of the wind
burning and freezing
everyone sees equillibrium
but all I see is chaos

I want to put an end to the shadows above me
In a vision of reversal, I destroy the all-consumer

High noon, a nude dances on the wrong backdrop

An infinite prison of dust, rock and flame
Oh, how I tire of those golden bars

Their innocence now feeds the Hivemind
they lose desire to gaze upon the beautiful sky
As the dragonfire burns the path behind me
Dusk, There is nowhere to run but my dreams