Darkstrand (Hibakusha)
(专辑: The Night God Slept - 2014)
Creation creates a
void. My hand held to the
glare of this burnt impasse; yours, necessarily on the
other side of some sickly metaxis. You're caught in stasis, matched with mine. Quantify time with meter and rhyme to calculate a
way to prove that you are alive. Isolated, trapped between, a
picture of you now stained on the
street. Oh mother, teach me how to die. In your shadow I
saw to a
distant future; your life was only a
nominal fee. Signing the
sound of silence, signaling the
end. They took your life, mother, as a
pretense to pretend. The
hand that feeds us sat you down. Covered my eyes, thrusted the
styli, retraced the
timeline to call it suicide. Will you wait for me? Death was the
chorus our lives frames in refrain. Softly we sing notes better sung by our dead. I'd rather sleep and see you soon than die alone in the
wake of this nuclear catastrophe. We were made to create, you spoke us out of nothing. Out of the
chaos we caused, naked we came, shadows we leave. Salt of the
Earth: Preserve their songs, Light of World: Burn out the
shadows. Infinite echoes of stifled screams the
abyss you created will ever stare back into me. Will you wait for me?