- Crumble
Do not speak of withered trees, of lichen strangled coverings
And life just barely in the leaves, it will not be undone
Do not speak of what we've seen, of water choking algae
And dust where fountains used to be, it will not be undone
A wilderness unraveling, we've only just begun
Do not speak of ice retreat, of islands eaten by the sea
- Little Monster
The ghost is very still
Captive of the past
Trapped inside of nothing
'Cuz nothing seems to last
The world is thin and slippery
Difficult to grasp
Release might come
But what a price to ask
- The Search For Terrestrial Life
A long time ago I was inspired
And now I wonder has it all expired?
Past redeeming, numb to feeling
Where is any shred of meaning?
I don’t know why
Now it seems like something’s missing
Years flow the story goes
Narration brings the image closer
- The Wind Never Dies
I hovered lost as a cloud
Above the forest that it burned to the ground
Fire away. Fire away to the morn.
I woke from some kind of dream
And tried so hard to forget
All the things I’ve seen, oh, Lord,
But I must go on, oh, God,
And I must stay strong,
- Titan
As a rock or a cloud or the hill
Here you be as you are
Sitting still
As a whisper you might not be heard
As a light in a lamp
One that burns bright and slow
You are known
- Waiting for the Axe to Fall
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a) WAITING FOR THE AXE TO FALL
Waiting for the axe to fall
You might stumble you might crawl
Don't go any faster, it catches up to you
It will pull you down
- You And Me Against A World Of Pain
Well it could be all roads eventually
And it could be meetings are destined to be
Well it could be
Well it could be there's nothing new in these stars
And it could be I'll stay wherever you are
Well it could be you and me against a world of pain
And it could be I'll smile beside you in the rain