Between Two Worlds

Look at all the lights in the bay

The hunters gather for the prey

Color in your eyes fades away

This is not our game to play.

Paper Painted Wall

Cold, in a place that you can’t reach

Where I can’t hear the words you preach

A distant past, I can’t see through

These letters on the wall for you

Carved in my soul with every light

What can I do to win this fight?

They have no power, they’re gone too

These letters on the wall for you

Pattern Recognition Machines

We finally wake up from a dream

Made up of patterns we create

Right then we know we have to scream

The hour is dark, a second late.

Nothing left that seems familiar anymore

Their precious light is desperately gone

And constant waves are crashing on the shore

Patterns upon patterns, like a throne.