Palindrome - The Beta Machine

In the absence of faith

In the interest of haste

In the hopes of praise

I’ll sing your fears

Caught in the cyclone of old haunted dreams

Like a shadow carousel or so it seems

As you take it all in stride

The wind at your back

Embrace another night

Before you put your hands in the fire

In the absence of faith

In the interest of haste

In the hopes of praise

I’ll sing your fears

In the dark of space

Burns the brightest blaze

Through a trial of grace

I’ll save you from your fears

Out of the silo climb elated dreams

Like a fallen empire newly redeemed

As we serenade our lies

The wind whispers back

Sing this lullaby

Before you put your hands in the fire

In the absence of faith

In the interest of haste

In the hopes of praise

I’ll sing your fears

In the dark of space

Burns the brightest blaze

Through a trial of grace

I’ll save you from your fears