Cut me down
cut me out...

To be here,
To listen...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He noticed nobody listens...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...

He noticed
nobody listens...

Everlasting is
finding endlessness in the...

When you were lost in darkness
I found you...

B is the echo of A—
a ripple born in time...

Dawn to dawn
in the shrine of loneliness...

The fire is ergo
everlasting the moment...

We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...

For all time,
the rain was pouring—yet I stayed dry...