Isolated Incidents

Carving Colours

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    A sound in the wind
    A soft and distant roar, the onset of a storm
    A soul is spilled somewhere far away
    A neighbour yesterday, it could be you tomorrow
    Torment has a limit, unlike human greed

    A cry against this rotten world
    Tear upon tear, forming a sea
    Destructive wave purifying the evil choking us
    Isolated, first step
    Together, the only way
    Path of pain, overthrow the power
    Way of salvation, start over

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    (One) drop is weak on its own (blood absorbed by the earth)
    But might overflow a cup (blood flowing from the earth)
    A shortening wick (igniting the hearts of men)
    Undying flame

    The Future was a delusion of men
    Present and past feed the time
    Overthrow the power, way of salvation, start over

    (One) drop is weak on its own (blood absorbed by the earth)
    But might overflow a cup (blood flowing from the earth)
    A shortening wick (igniting the hearts of men)
    Undying flame (spurring the instincts of men)

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    Composition: Carving Colours and J. A. Barranco

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