The light is fading in their eyes,
Dreams drift apart in dying skies.
Plastic tides and ticking dread,
They grow in chains where truth has fled.

Old souls trapped in youthful skin,
Wading through neon cities’ sin.

They are the children of the end,
Living through static they can’t defend.
Barefoot hope in winds so cruel,
Still they walk and still they rule.

Screens aglow and mornings grey,
Flooded feeds with naught to say.
They breathe in smog, their futures sold,
By boomers’ lies whose hearts turned cold.

They light a candle through the noise,
Flickering weak, yet still with a voice.

They are the children of the end,
Born to a world they cannot mend.
No saviour left, no helping hand,
Yet they still dance, they still stand.

No golden path, no promised land,
Snow melts away to poisoned sand.
A rhythm pulses deep and slow,
The echo of what we let go.

They are the children of the end,
Too late for games, too young to bend.
Fire in their gaze, they see it clear,
They bear what we dropped in fear.

And when the dark devours the light,
They’ll still move on through endless night.
Into the moon’s long shadow they stray,
Still believing... still they pray.

Still they pray,
Still they pray.

Children of the End (2)

Sagorer Moto Chup

Gone Too Soon

Hojas Lentas

Rostro Oculto

A Garden Beneath the Ocean

Океан

Chasing the Echo

After the Lights Go Out

10. Ghost circuit

The Croaking Pencil Case in a Tunnel

Moonlit gardens waking as we roam

10. Ghost circuit

Sterlingbosh