作词 : Russell Hollar
作曲 : Russell Hollar
How have these things transpired in such an ill mannered fashion?
Rhyme and reason
Time and season
Sort of the natural order isn’t it?
And yet Occam’s razor cuts so thin, so adept at steering those more sublime moments into an order of jaded, short handed, dirty, sick occurrences.
Related only by absurdity
Seems to have set the stage for an era

Energy surrounds us like moths to flames resonating through the darkness taking us to a higher place
These visions override our minds
These illusions left behind

Why societies exist? To carry the credentials of the natural order

People don’t just live there
The sheer depths of its beauty draw deeply on reflection
Assembling the symmetry from the complex to simplicity into an abstract awareness
Molding, shaping the divine
Actions of a mass till there is only one

Energy surrounds us like moths to flame resonating through the darkness taking us to a higher place
These visions override our minds
These illusions left behind



Sprawling out inspiring impossible quests both bold and pure
Shining so bright it outshines the sun

Their shimmering brilliance has shadows at run
Flee as they might the day flows undone
Dying by contrast
Light and shadow are one
Shadows are won.


Energy surrounds us like moths to flame resonating through the darkness taking us to a higher place
These visions override our minds
These illusions left behind