Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...

Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...

The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...

Through the bottom of the glass I saw the spires
Burning up in the fire as the beast hit the door...

The fit is the scream of silence
As she floats high above the burning field...

The blue moon stood high above the trees
Casting a pallor onto the woods below...

Across the organisation
We know there will be losers...

You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible...