Из альбома: From the Wrong Side of the Aperture
Hope wore the mask of a cheru
And though it's eyes were censored, wings dismantled
Everyone seemed to smile with purpose and passion
Transmit to me the strength to see
In waveforms that remain undiscovered
Guide me to the brink
Save me from the swarms arms, deny the locust
Compel the signal to react
Tonight it's song is tragic
Hollow and weak
Falling down
Bound by the deepest mistakes
Once frail and lost
Now I'm found
For the transmissions sake
Clenched fists the meek will inherit
Without a dime to savor, crumb to salvage
All souls may die alone, with no one to cherish
Forget the truth of spoiled youth
The transmission shines even stronger
Echoing of ghosts
Spilling your ambitions, leaving you numb