Twenty-eight

After the birth of distance, the sirens were not wailing this way
After the birth of prospect, no testing lights

After more resistance, demons in the dark will fall
There is no more hiding, they strike my shade through my eyes

After relations flow in, all knowledge seems to overturn
There is no more blinding hope to murder

I will not taste the payment, just reveal thousands of empty souls
There is no more hiding, they’re unheard

I don’t fear them now
I will wait until time shows
I just need to know, why?
I fell from this pounding town

Stop them, stop them with force!
Stop them, stop them with force!