voices together
voices together
harmony floats through the space
resonating peace
Home
renewed with it's birth
renewed with it's birth
but ancient in it's spirit
subconcious baggage
one of those mornings
one of those mornings
to regret there are mornings
unpredictable
the monster inside
the monster inside
the artifacts of my dreams
the signal must be
what harm do they cause
what harm do they cause
the artifacts of your wake
turmoil and eddies
just some housecleaning
just some housecleaning
dealing with the leftovers
of what might have been
little sticky bits
little sticky bits
the residue of my dreams
steeped in the darkness
cloaked in my anger
cloaked in my anger
with righteousness of the truth
and utterly lost
step into the night
step into the night
and be bathed in the moonlight
wrapped up in darkness
this is what we do
this is what we do
with all that it does imply
yes we are pirates