Your star burns and dies out a thousand times over But still remains a source of light to guide you home In flight or in free fall, glide along the evergreen Motes of dust resembling constellations
Every step directed with purpose Unwearied in your desire to seek The others seeking virtue to follow Will track the living imprint of your feet
Waking into the moment from a fever dream Two steps behind, observing compulsive thoughts in a conscious stream
Let this moment break your heart Something greater to impart Anxieties that you try to pacify will keep you going under Follow me to the sound Conscious soul to be found
Anchors cast in the disarray drift away Drift away, unafraid of what awaits
Endless edge of an endless horizon Ships passing like ghosts over graves Set yourself upon the precipice of the earth, feeling through everything
Let this moment break your heart Something greater to impart Anxieties that you try to pacify will keep you going under Follow me to the sound Conscious soul to be found
Compulsive thoughts in a conscious stream
The moment hits you like a cannon blast, when you wake into being Unidentified with your past The moment hits you like a cannon blast
Love you found in the empty space slipped away Slipped away in the fade In flight or in free fall, glide along the evergreen Motes of dust resembling constellations
We are waking up out of this coma
Compositores: Jesse Thomas Cash (Erra), Joseph Thomas Cavey (Texas In July), William Alexander Ballew ECAD: Obra #38193925