“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 

“to find you again”

The first time I look in the mirror

All I see is you

Counting down the days in my heart

To find you again

To find you again

Damaging myself when you appear

Damaging myself when you appear

Like all the ghosts walking down the street

All I see is you

All I see is you

Transparent and numbered by time

A witness to my guidepost

You are the one in my mind

20 years gone

It’s you

Climbing up the mountains

To reach the mirror

Pushing back self control

Losing it all for these mistakes

Walking down the streets to find you

To open up these doors to see a ghost

But I know it is really you

A true instinct 

To send these letters through time

To find you again

When you appear I’ve lost it all

When you appear these colors pressing against my heart

Is it really you?

Shaking these voices

To hear you

Breaking down the windows to find your heart

Shaking down every door to see these visions

To wash away my tears

Pressing against the wall

Staring through time to catch up with memories

All these secrets I want to give you everything

Faster and faster to scrape away a value 

Fast and faster to breakdown the light

Faster and faster to find you again

To find you again

To find you again

encrypted memories

faceless against the illuminated ocean mirrors

footprints burn away damaged voices lost behind broken bridges of our past like inscriptions witnessed under motorcade beyond cathedral skies

finding aging film lost behind secured rooms decoded like time-lapsed encrypted memories

every transparent wire bending by bursting matches striked by Parallax

prescriptions written by bursting wheels calculating divisional inspiration through unheard amplified lenses

jumping through trampolines generating blue and green visions forecasting a secret storm

emotions transpired through the rising tides like fingerprinted distances blinding my tomorrow

08/08/2020

watering the sky

I can hear the burning memories through the window

all the days pacing through your heart

when they start to step outside to realize

the sun starts to amplify

when the wind starts to damage the illumination

all the pressure building in your wings

All this desire pushing you higher

When the sky was blue and our dreams were high

a crack in the introspection

when dreams perspire in the distant without contrast

when memories walk through an echoing sky breaking a million mirrors

digging for lost damage in their lenses

breaking buildings behind their mind

create the forecast of comprehension to silence the pain

they fly across the painted ocean with flashlights in their hands

ride through the spinning Ferris wheels without emotional restrictions

breaking all the filters to grow across a dream

fishing through the silver skies

don’t capsize this ability

words won’t come out from their mouth

mirrors bending in the rain

when we can’t control this world on our own

burning the past away

“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

conversations cut me with broken glass

walk into the sun screen

all the people we used to meet

walk past supermarkets

witness a forecast but don’t pay the price

dreams buried too deep to understand

conversations cut me with broken glass

faces cutting into imagination

every photograph balanced against the truth

shape every emotion with masquerade

behind every alley burning up control