Precambrian (2007) A City of the blind Their vile inhabitants Abashed by their own lives' Insignificance The silent void of cogitations Absence of signification Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright We're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eye Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again We have awoken from our sleep Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep Grazing ingenuously Living blithely Roaming insouciantly Forgetting instantly Every night I'm swooping with the vast span of my wings Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind I'm wandering in times which are not mine Terrified of what I'm about to find I'm trying to stop the past's rapid flight I'm wandering in times which are not mine Lost in between the shit and the shine The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night Subdueing every mind at bedtime What will it take to arrive And cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight? How much more do I have to go through To prove myself that I'm still alive? We are living in pain The wind of the past will always shake you in the end We're waiting for the day When we will attain the ability to forget For, every day of our lives, the present is painful The future unknown The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable The future is overgrown

• published: 04 Jan 2009
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