Sword of Eyes - Misery Signals

There is no one on the air

I chase parading ghosts in burning memory

Through empty shells of stolen moments

As all the stains are reassuring us That they happened

Poring over fragments found, lost in portrayal

Reflected back unto ourselves

I’ve been reduced to a faded impression

Attention paid, critical

These elements, they fail to align

I realize this is passing

Do they become something more

Under the surface of an image paralyzed

As we become nothing

Spectral trails echo on the air

Aperture set

Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over

Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time left behind

And I give myself to the truth

Flesh fed to the piranhas

Liar’s blood it falls into water

Where only the water survives

I’ll stare into my own false eyes

And watch the life in them die

The past will lay dead

When the present is slain by the sword of eyes

Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together

You can’t have it back

You can never have it back