Storm - Theatre Of Tragedy

Can you see the storm getting closer now?

Tell me how it feels being out there

A moment’s glimpse of his vignette

As he shone a light on the falling wall

Instant pictures form shattered persons

Whenever he leaves there’s a tainted mark

Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke

Revoking from the past things less provoked

Any which day, there is no relief

Adhesive words, spoken silently

The shattered man

Can you see the storm getting closer now?

Tell me how it feels being out there

I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now

You are giving me no choice

Let the rain pour down

He’s holding for the moment of the fall

Stolen knowledge by minds unformed

Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts

Discarded sparks left years ago

Evoked a language much more austere

Reverberating with figments

He left a trace of translucence

Shattered man

There’s a shattered man in a shattered land