It comes from all we're giving

in seemingly endless supply

as signals cross defiantly into this volatile mix

we charge and the stubborn mind repeats the errors

to challenge our grounds

either soar above or the detour takes you right back down

to where no one wants to see

misgivings in this starry nightlights fill in the blanks that one will fall

to the haunts and horrors



There is nothing left

A mere shadow

When adrenaline runs dry

There is nothing there

Empty prop

When adrenaline runs dry



It gets you deep down low

as they told you of the blazing heights

the stage from which the world is viewed

is the mirror to shatter the image the crypt he kept for hiding

retreat from another attack

pointlessly forgiving a refuge in deceptive black



It works within the system and they won't understand

A lesser known deciever will fool you even more



Taunt the wasted

it's all about nothing

what to squeeze within the span of attention

brought to ground, let the chaos pass

that one will fail by the screams and terrors