meanwhile... Lyrics

Sometimes we need to lance the wound

Remove the toxic soup

The feted infection gone we can see clearly the wounds

The sin in everyone including ourselves

I've tried everything I can think of to heal this mental schism

To just seeking an intervention

Here in the so-called real world all I need is a little help

The truth isn't always lyrical or beautiful

Often it's painful, ugly

But I see the beauty in it, the freedom

My fire is a faint Glow

(Not quite finished yet sorry)

My fire needs refuelling, some air and some stoking

In this world, instead of being burned alive after almost being drowned

They drown you instead in utter neglect

My dreams, visions and states would be imbued with meaning

Maybe even wisdom

So connection becomes a distant memory

It just all becomes fantasy, distance, disease

And when the dust settles we will all breathe fresh air again

Basking under clear blue skies

We will regenerate like skin living fully until death's sunrise

Ensuring the future doesn't die with us

In what remains we can gather gems

Forged by self-aware histories spanning geological time

Build again in the knowledge that we may actually do better

Using our child-like treasures as new foundations

Thank you)