“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”

men run into secret cars

bury frustration at my knees

turn on the only channel tuned to your heart

can’t stay alive kicking through these doors

divide every opportunity into equal parts

look at all the directions

clean up my memories

watch the ships crash into the bridge of desire

run through the streets with a color burning deep in my eyes

catch the reflection lost in secrecy

are you the pain I can’t live without?

are you the pain i’ve nurtured since my youth?

deep into the illusion of yesterday

men run into secret cars

hoping for a way out of this town

when the crowds beat us up from the inside

when the people start to run into the sky

do they look at my past mistakes?

look at the crowds like a prisoner in the dark

grip my youth until we don’t age

these strings break with callous mistakes

these walls fall apart with every ounce of hope

when we speak again

when we change our minds