From the recording brink
Lyrics
Many are the leaves that fall
and many are their colours;
and she who would name them all is playing a game
she will lose.
Many are the roads that wind
from this day to another;
and who is obsessed to find
the way that is best
never moves.
As the options explode the future implodes, each new iteration smells of annihilation
You’ve got to break out of this holding pattern
Scream until the windows shatter
Close your eyes as the shards descend
And wait for the end...
It’s all that matters.
Many are the hearts that cry,
“Enough! More is less!”
And many are the souls that die,
snuffed by excess
And as your options explode
Your future implodes
One more iteration
Spells your annihilation
You’ve got to break out of this holding pattern
Scream until the windows shatter
Close your eyes as the shards descend
And wait for the silence that signals the end...
Break out
Scream
Close your eyes
And wait for the end...
It’s all that matters.