Artist: A Hope For Home
Album: In Abstraction
I have dreamt in shades of red, that with our hands we’d raise the dead. Let us behold all that we have done; immortal, privileged, among us lies not one. Indifferent, the waves crash down. Indifferent, we are bound. I have seen in shades of red, and upon the remains of incredible rage we stand. Though we aspire, and long to transcend, a great divorce from earth’s cruel hand shall not be won by the likes of man. Indifferent, the waves crash down. Indifferent, we are bound. For centuries our reach extended not beyond the trees Yet now, we’ve breached the skyline and mapped the seas. Still, the earth bends farther than we see, and in the end we will all we swallowed up by the deep. Do we shape this endless hate with sculptor’s touch, our eyes ablaze? Or does it seek us out as prey, and fan our flames? For I see in red, and it’s all that’s left. Forever we break and cannot mend, as crowns fall from the heads of men.
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