Another throne is imagined by an elder star A so-called Lonsdaleite with unarmored pride Won't make sense inside Nihilists won't believe me Walking backwards upstairs I'm sheets of ice lingering on steps They once processed to the attic where all politics are kept inside, a safe with no hinges, because if these statements seep out, I will increase pressure, widen the cracks Damage from potential to kinetic events never wanted, trust me on this Distrust my hands with your burdens Hope that I am summoned When the antagonist comes And routines are done In this house made of glass By coincedence placed in the eye of the storm, lightning stabbing downwards, missed like fingers until it's pinched, and while this residence held by one man Addict to breaking all fragile objects, but this He will need this I manifest inside Shards break and melt Burning, merging, all from nature and his destructive impulse Distrust my hands with your burdens Hope that I am summoned When the antagonist comes And routines are done Anywhere you lie, it lies on you

I see you found the wormhole the road to the unknown to throw away the mirror hearts You're walking too far The edge of the sidewalk exists but no one's survived to say if there's diamonds at the end The end always has sparks ...and they will burn When it all hollows out don't let my words die Another day above ground is another day alive The only reason one would pull the walls down is if it meant a thousand walls would be kept up "Forever" is the longest word in any language Please keep yourself from redefining it ...the legacy won't be undone When it all hollows out don't let my words die Another day above ground is another day alive ...another day alive

Spirit Guide: "Blurred on the moon with the after effects consuming" Ghost: "So within the astral ascension, what says the manuscript?" SG: "A-6 gel status 2.1" G: "The spring edges line the wormhole's firmament" SG: "Spring edges in that abroad and apparent calculationry" G: "As the quasar oceans arise, what lies for destiny?" SG: "Destiny is aching and sad departing" G: "Well destiny, it is in need, we will mend it" Alone again in this realm My subconscious at half mast Extraction gates, a million Wingspans of a lava flow The electrons and neurons Crossing my eyes, reverse them Contorting the perception Until I'm trapped, The Guide shall set you free The purple tape bullet belts are trails in the fire road Electricity in cycles Self-powering with water Coagulates as a ball Loops of lightning past triggers Dilute gravity until I am given an anchor, The Guide shall set you free Happenings of the past ask her to pull you with the grappling hooks of dimension 9 Stable as the witch's claw eroded I take it with me There is good upon the frontlines Rabbits fuse to form a clock and the minute paw convulses I'll throw my old jewels into the burning mouth

Three vials in the needle, I'll break it upon my knee An old man in adhesive reins is never coming back Slicing the evidence, you can only take it slow In folders they are organized, set this one under "shield" Symbols of the dreamworld decoded the next morning were just flahsbacks behind a guise, the visage of a knight Break ceilings, leave debris Splashing through the floor, crash the waves The politics The ribcage The hollow wood The rue vide Inside the bright light, there casts your shadow After the solstice, sunlight becomes the axiom the backbone, the substance the prominence of phoenixes Scoundrels with their footsteps create massive sonar Born from illegal sacrifice, The Siamese sucks blood Died in '76, a cult leader of himself With screwdrivers and weaponry, he tastes the inno-cide Mocking the stigmata, tool downward the collarbone The slow knife through both the palms, ribbon around the temples Released it, released this Released the frail wheel, released him Am I cured now? I'll become a cure Inside the bright light, there casts your shadow After the solstice, sunlight becomes the axiom the backbone, the substance the prominence of phoenixes Needed him to haunt me (to form the shield) Desert sun never rose (to form the shield) The letter L is here (to form the shield) Peripheral cloaks walk (to form the shield) Therapy was a screenplay, the masters had their backup Delusion Hall turned up the wind, ulterior dual layer Revived it, revived me Reborn as a bird, revived all Hands into the sky I am one Fingers into the soil I am one Planting the idea in the mind of my earthly shell My soul heads straight to the ER while projections would wait Spiritual surgeons come operate without a touch Loosen all the understate ropes, new-oldborn is a success Through alien spirit tech (I have revived) Through watered idea seed (I have survived) Through exterrogation (I have revived) Through unblocking the moat (I have survived)

Running out of my oxygen tanks, blinding inside Shoving back my mirror's face, you self-inflicted me Black hands keep stretching back, piercing the tear ducts Burn laws, they're becoming ash, I'm turning the inside Faces shake down to the core Necks twist off of the shoulders The deep sea is inside of us, but I'm singular I wrote this screenplay and it all collapsed all upon myself, upon myself I wrote this screenplay and it wants to stab straight through myself, through myself Opening the conscious views, I empty my own The ceiling below sea level, will I lose initium?

All of the legions are packs of wolves Trudging through sand tonight, moon is out The weight of pushing up the heat wave Smoke following the sweat, I have seen The wolves will hunt tonight, they are forced Sand ripples to the fault, the world shakes Smoke ignites the molten core, rotates now Cities' dystopian fall, barricades Sending shockwaves out, using the grains of sand

As the binding walls become underpainted in times of need As the corridors are growing new windows that you won't see In time we'll find a place to keep the floor steady Our lives were meant to fight for a privelege of chance Organic lights, they must be found Hidden behind the obvious speed of sound In time we'll find a place to keep the floor steady Our lives were meant to fight for a privelege of chance Again I'll bind I'll cut these walls If were alive We'll define all

It's a chance to freeze the flame A mountain of lines is the only difference You're better off taking the backseat if you're afraid of venturing deeper I'll fight it Ignite it Don't fade out for the gray If it makes rain disappear harness it all, clarity's balance Appears the words: "divine inspiration" Claw right at it, it would be solid Look away from dark days Don't doubt your golden eyes For every night, the sky had what he lacked A handful of lions, the sloths would hold him back Infesting here, the creatures leeched the air For final sparks, he had to look elsewhere (inside)

I. Journey "I was sick of the town. I was sick of the sun, the moon, every waking hour. I was sick of the future to come. I was sick of my past. So I had to leave somehow. If I were to die the next day, I'd better say I met different people and seen different places before I passed." As all my pillars crash and burn the shattered glass will yearn to breathe As parallel universes are formed by decisions lost As I pack up to rid my place here As I find souls, I'll relocate As I settle, I'll find beginnings As I'm told stories, I'll find answers I am rising, I am striving to find the voice of fate I'll hand him a map of the pain and the promised land Miss the flight The long way there II. The Vigilante's Ambivalence "I drove to the nearest metropolitan area. Known for its business, its skyline, and the hero that kept evil away. I needed to meet him on my first stop. I searched every night until I came across the shrouded figure. He wasn't strong and able anymore as I expected, at least mentally. He stood blankly in front of what used to be the last major criminal in the area. That's it. An immoral idea has faded in the hands of a vigilante. Though, he felt this wasn't just a crime boss, but also a human life lost." Do you have any idea what it takes to hold in the guilt, yet the relief? The trauma takes its toll on me At the same time, the wrong had what's coming I've eradicated the possibility of harm Then did I not do right? Then did I not serve my purpose? Is the answer obvious? III. To Transcend Or To Die "I paid a visit to a distant relative on my journey to find answers. The cancer-ridden man said he didn't need a hospital. He had a spiritual therapy. He had these techniques in hand for years as a maintenance system. I was unsure about it, but he strongly believed this is the way out of his disease. Turns out he was right." The disease sleeps now No choice but to breathe fire IV. Atop The Horizon "Weeks have passed by and by some coincidence, I bumped into an old colleague at his house. Except he already left hours ago. There was a chalk outline on his floor. Poor soul had a lot ahead of him like all of us. Thankfully I knew the way to speak to him. He had just reached the astral sea and met up with the girl he once loved and still did. She too had left early." Gone from the Earth but there's a rendezvous On my way atop the horizon Still allies since forever We knew nothing ever happened until now What's there to be afraid of? Look at all the roads I've made ...let's trail-blaze Even through all the feelings of distance and loss Everyone we loved will move on and be strengthened The man who took me from this life will have fate take him Even through all the endless grief There's good in change V. Smokestack Village "I had some small talk with an elder who lived in a rural area. He wasn't always here. He once had a cheap flat in the city. But the smoke was acidic and the people were just as dangerous. He turned out fine once he left. I could see myself being like this in a few decades." Chemicals breaking down into our lungs Leaves are cracking, rust bleeds from armor Industry pushed us out of our city Opened my eyes to the much gentler town VI. The Casualty Left Behind "Why am I so curious about the diseased? At least that curiosity led to meeting another person, hearing another story. The boy had a rare illness which later proved to be the latest epidemic. His father knew the doctor. So that doctor tried everything in his power to save the kid's life. He created a vaccine." It's what you say to me boasts a security (In all the injuries, I will diagnose) It's all a blur to me, there was room for the seed (In all collected youth, bring it back when I'm old) VII. Destination "It turned out that I should be optimistic about the old town nearly killing me. It shaped everything. I wouldn't have been as mentally reinforced after all those years. I'll return, but I still stand by the fact that I've had my stay." I've risen, I've realized our past sculpts the truth It is light to be the witness of the hammers falling on their own Your scars, memories are all part of human perfection, sanctity of destroying beautiful things The epidemic aids creation of the vaccine The lava devastates yet hardens the surface Scarification becomes adaptation Obsidian moments will save us all VIII. In Retrospect We use this moment to talk about future moments