“the lanterns are made of gold”

Try to find a way out   

Tears so violent in yesterday’s youth

substances painting windows across time

A carriage mirrored across the sky

Fire shouting in a match to regain solidarity

Precision of a witness on the stands day in and day out

Past the motorcade men marching up and down their drowning faces

Try to sleep through a memory picked apart by broken needles silencing the truth

Voices crawl through the walls 

Voices break every last filament

Shaking the stain of regret

A dose of pain

a dose of hope running thin

Lost in the faith of memory gone astray

Faces of tomorrow drink from the laughter burning through the crowd

Breaking the ice in my heart day in and day out

Spinning around and around in the dark and light

Visions to guide past the violence written in their eyes

A sacrifice breaking the bread behind cathedral walls

The light shinning brighter and brighter

Forgiving the sins written across their eyes

Memories numb my 

“conquering every dream under escaping collapse”

trapped beyond recognized collapsing rain

the stillness of encryption written in lost magazines

damaged colors in the rain scream from the illuminated screens in your eyes

saving souls with medicated half-lives against written frequencies

withstand the silence when people fall through processed skies

the turmoil burning through your face breaks a million faults of image

a charade of instinct breaking aging keys to heaven

whispers burning against amplified skin

a sense of distracted damage on the streets of ultraviolet streets without a collapsed mirror reflection

break through unheard risks of observed protested manipulations

kneeling against saving angels falling from broken photographs

conversations controlled by television screens

withdrawing from a trauma digging under chloroformed visions captured by a telescopic hue

a lost impact behind the aged paradise

windows that control the future of mankind

cars falling from tomorrow to withstand your beauty

unlocking possibilities without a hue we can understand

a gift they clench from the sky to keep away strangers from the future

to crash a discipled ghost lost in their minds

angels unheard under a hidden eye they watch from stormy eloquences

stumbling colors that find their way across lakes written behind comprehension

reflections unstable to detailed paintings in your eyes… can’t catch the spinning mirrors of time

cathedral walls design a future burning from a lost liberty

voices that crack against controlled relapses aging escape

destroying futility with thoughts from recreated skies

victims conquer amnesty written against absolved paper shaded through value without definition

comprehending times of instability conquering every dream come true

New Closing Cell Song: “Half – Blind (Running Through Aged Film) A Forgiven Ghost Mix”

“the threshold of detainment”

Breaking through the reflection rinsing from the blue oceans

When we look through their fault lines 

Blinding a reanimated illusion behind concrete eyes

Switch the sky between calculated risks

half amplified flags hidden through processed illusions 

Parallax division burning under the doors of creation

Withstanding double footprints running without reminisce 

freezing a lake of reflection saturated under secret light

distant written voices detain a million values climbing under the wheels of paradise

sparks spinning through circles at uneven risks

men with dangerous prescriptions hiding in telescopic skies

helicopters clean the sky of decayed memories

containing an alliance of cars trapped in silent view

deciphering conversations battling for existence

containing manipulation over analyzed wires without the threshold of detainment

shielding a supermarket from the plague of disguise transplanted off false memories

running through a decayed wave of damaged colors

On top of the sky burning through the perspiration of mankind

Running through aged film

break like sinners

focus where we went wrong

trick of salvation

unlock the windows to your foundation

shape of the figure

too careful to disguise

meaning in regret

meaning strikes my skin away

bury the conclusion

don’t dream

don’t reappear

burn away from this town

click of melancholy break through the window of pastime

photography bleeding from your mind

a hundred horsemen

whisper in and out

live in a new town

memories lost in half truths

act like saints break like sinners

a million pages

fumbling in the dark

secrets tear me apart

stumble through your eyes

determination grows stronger

eleven times we play this game

eleven trips we can’t forget

a checkmate broken alive

fight for the time

when we face the vessels

capsize a feeling of deterioration

my only time left alive

take the direction

when we take a stance

paralyze this true vision

blindness in ability

a concept detained

scraping the pieces lost from your memory

an aching cutting clean

face regression past instability

thread my sickness like Christmas trees

each light flashes inside your snowstorm

lodged in memory

ingest to face but burn away

determination lost in observation

a checkmate broken alive

blood that doesn’t heal

sweat that doesn’t reflect the damage left in your eyes

memories wish me away

roll down the boulevards

patterns ring with every measure

painting disciples

lost on canvas screens

trace against the rest

march into their wounds

protection cuts me deep

dreams sewn shut

cut off the guard buried from reach

faces we can’t memorize

abilities yet to break into film

every character finds their role

the weight of the arrow

illuminated with every mistake

days absolved

years burned alive

a forecast where we can’t numb time

faces left without an apology

reward system

when I tear myself through the window

did I catch a piece of your sanity?

pacing up and down this maze

I lock down my heart

To wait for the day

when you can clean the darkest frustration

scrubbing the bruises from my veins

like a batting cage they take their turn

I can see colors burning through the distance

breath in and out

they inhale every secret left inside my mind

a million words are exhaled

but I can’t translate a blind man’s burden

run through this glass covered maze

skin broken to bone

men watch in uniform

they shake the locks with cruelty

shut my eyes with polaroids under every scar

flash every emotion away

their hands shake at they keys

will they unlock the doors?