Twenty-Eight

After the birth of distance, the sirens were not wailing this way.
After the birth of prospect, no testing lights.

After more resistance, demons in the dark will fall.
There is no more hiding, they strike my shade through my eyes.

After relations flow in, all knowledge seems to overturn.
There is no more blinding hope to murder.

I will not taste the payment, just reveal thousands of empty souls.
There is no more hiding, they’re unheard.

I don’t fear them now.
I will wait until time shows.
I just need to know, why?
I fell from this pounding town.

Stop them, stop them with force!
Stop them, stop them with force!