This tapestry of disasters
tells a chilling tale.
Ghosts walking all around here,
imprisoned in thin air.
Offering a sacrifice
to what your eyes cant see.
Its a living sacrifice
to the all-abiding plea.
Drop your anchors here
Wait for the storm to come
Grab hold of all your seams
The fabrics come undone
City halls burning down
for good.
Reasons become unwound,
they would.
City Halls burning down
for the
good of
the health of the underground
Oh it's a scene, man
A wealth of extremes.
With the world at your feet
A shattered retreat
Underneath the automatic
static fields lie asleep.
Transition to the tragic,
souls got no matter which to keep.
As the camera flash fades,
there's a flicker lost.
Negatives of ones who stayed
Still adorn the halls.
As the camera flash fades.