Album: Synthesis (Oscillating Through Waves Of Symmetry) (2006)

Missing Words In A Fading Frame


Is this my creation?
These are the ashes of what I’ve burned

Bright light blinding this eyes, cry
The scorching heat of fire
The never ending shape of hesitancy
Sinking present a storm of obliterating memories

The same eyes
Forever haunting this soul and I
Running, hiding, from the world
I once walked trough
Without the thick shell of time
Falling, crawling, and waiting for her ghost.

Distance, seems so unreal now
The journey becoming
A maze of intricate thoughts
An abstract room
Where I dwell

This is it
This mere instant
A collection of damaged memories
The abyss where I fall
Just an incomplete tale
Missing words in a fading frame
The ashes of what I’ve burned

The unconscious oblivion machinery
Working tight, don’t look back
Like an army marching
Straight ahead

The same eyes
Forever haunting this soul and I
Running, hiding, from the world
I once walked trough
Without the thick shell of time
Falling, crawling, waiting for her ghost.

This is it
This mere instant
A collection of damaged memories
The abyss where I fall
Just an incomplete tale
Missing words in a fading frame
The ashes of what I’ve burned