- A Father's End
In the darkness there's a glow;
A little cottage across the field
To the ground—stealth and swiftly I must go
-On the chance that he won't hear
Is The Maker who they say?
Will he fight me?
Will he fear me?
All this time, I've never been so close
- For Miles Down
My father’s dead;
I only wonder what’ll happen to me?
Back to the edge of my cell and pray to whatever gods I have left
A crow is knocking to me—I think it’s talking to me
I think it’s telling me the technique to break free
“I need a moment, so hush!
I’m trying, don’t rush me!”
The guards have caught on, so I deny them
- Ghost Feet
Lyrics:
In the dark, I lie in wait for a noble one
-I’m a man of shadow
Curious, will Heaven’s gate…
-Will it stay locked tight when I meet my fate?
Supposedly, deep underground is where they hide their keep
-To prevent an outbreak
But I am here to deliver them
- Life Less Frightening
Suffering from something we're not sure of in a world there is no cure for
These lives we live test negative for happiness
Flat line, no pulse, but eyes open
Single file like soldiers on a mission
If there's no war outside our heads
Why are we losing?
I don't ask for much
- Nine Years Later
Nine years of hatred—I ask, why was I given this task?
Kar'tahn is growing so fast, and he learns so quickly
I see him playing with Arilayah on top of the hill
-Reminds me of much better days;
Before all this war and the hunger that ravaged The Mainland
Suddenly, I hear a shout
-Wonder what it's all about
The children are running from something that blackens the sky
- Simulating The Effects
Faith refines this time I spent alone
Though it seemed to last forever, she keeps to herself
-Her own little imperfections
“May I ask what happened dear?
We don’t have time to wait this out”
She says, “I… I can’t remember a thing
Swept ashore;
- Underpinning Of General Reem
I walk down the path to The Maker
I will find him, and then I will kill him and rescue my son
The mine light hits me half-lifed
Encrypted words with all the answers changing;
Beautiful, it almost kills me
I hide—the drudgework go by
I could let them go, and move on free;
I'll take them out,