Matthew Popieluch - Darkness Descends



Are they memory in?
Are miles not open in?

I feel the push of time to begin,
Oh is it true, still pull from the end.
They pull out on the sea,

Are their darkness descends?

Growing…river…
Flowing out from the ends.

This change in losing the world,
I can't make time for the goal.

All these millions thoughts that drove by human beings,

Laid of opinions, crawl life in.
I went to see them.

Oh millions of words…
Oh millions of words.

All these millions thoughts that drove by human beeings,

Laid of opinions, crawl life in.
Out of the sea.