There's a world where dying roses grow,
each shudder out one final bloom...
Momma, Do you think I'm insane?
Or Do I run round in circles...
I close my eyes
Relax my mind...
I sleep soundless-when a tree falls it makes no...
time ticks soundly and boldly...
All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...
Slave
to the once wings...
Chasing time through the confines of linear
Hour after hour, how I beg, how I fear...
The sand burns as they walk along
to these bastard lands, these children belong...
the sun climbs
up a stairwell...
The shadow slithers
in the darkness...
We grounded ships on Pythian beach
then trekked high up to the Seer's lair...
Walking through the dark cruel world,
Steps with fear...