in loving memory, engraved in stone
locked inside an emerald shrine
it must be new, someone said
but it is told so many times

she can’t remember who she was
and fears what she might be
a newborn age, a modern time
she asks: is there a place for me

once there was a brutal crowd
stuck inside her womb
one of them fled out of town
and the others turned in ruins
until there were only four of them
who truly survived
Fitzgerald, Lynch, MacNamara
and Davoren had last arrived

they escaped the changing tide
they could hide away
into their limestone cage
forever they will stay

and while the millstone watches
you enter what was once divine
they speak and whisper and beg you
dear visitor, be kind

The faster I waltz, the better I jive

Davoren

do you know what faith is?
it’s clear to me you do
you can trust on my failure
as soon as I assure them 
there is a valid chance
that every one’s  secure

this furious town
seems gathered round our house
there's no sane way
we will ever get out
but that’s okay for me
I'll sIeep, I’ll sit it through 
how about you?

I like to debate it
that you’re in want of me
do you know what faith is?
it fits everything you do
there are walls you can’t demolish
when you cover up the truth

I'm anxious, they with catch you soon
there's war just seconds away
I fear that I will regret
that no one died that day

keep them on your crooked line
shatter all those saints
soon they will get it too
that no one died that day

No one died that day

Marco's shadow falls on the door
to the 7 lost cities of gold
finds a raven's head and rattlersnake's tail
dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's
unwanted here and his soul lingers for years

Amalia's face hides behind the mask
sweating on the tv factory line
that smile on her face is starting to crack
while welding back the pieces of shattered heart
that's scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peers
searches for her lost child along the river of tears

at the end of the working week
when drunken worlds meet
both sides keeping a close eye
for a break in the line here
on the crystal frontier

blood spills out on the streets
and bodies are missing for weeks
both sides keeping a close eye
watching the bullets fly here
on the crystal frontier

Ramón tightens up his leather belt
and slips through a hole in the fence
he can get you anything you want
might cost you a life, might cost you
the whole price of freedom here

Crystal Frontier

Crystal frontier

last week every ounce of me was on display to buy
the market, due to censorship, closed for every reasoned mind
once you pass the main street of the city’s filthy side

you see that I’m on top for once of the staircase you despise
retreat your troops, I hold back mine

heading straight for famished road
no damage control
you’re the fortune telling one

they know I am a spirit child who only lives a while
you see, the more we capture, the less we pretend we tried
I’ve been on the right side for a while, just to taste

how it feels to be on top for once, show you I can be nice
when the battlefield of lust has dried

The famished Road

The famished road

before you condemn foolery
I feed the clowns, forgot that laughter
makes a fool of me 
I guess I was just too excited
it’s up to me to choose
between the flavours that make me nauseous
it’s funny to be ruled
will you assist
to grasp the scheme
of my design
it’s nearly real

I don’t mind you leave a mark
that’s the one thing good people should do
it’s comforting that waves of sleep can wrinkle time

now you catch my drift
there are cracks in my crucial lining 
they creep up through the walls
enter my dreams and bend the fine things
enjoy my lust for life
the faster I waltz, the better I jive
they’re people I admire
there’s a part of you
that parts from me
all what remains
is in between

Waves

The code

we tracked a simple line
clear-sighted and much to kind
we searched beyond the light
we spoke every night

we pass them on as side-effects
of who we want to be
I singled out the weakest link
so no one noticed me

It’s a fact, I never doubted that
today, I found the truth
but it turned up no good

there is a room, in the dark
seems that our time has narrowed stark
I fear the reasons we ought to know
vanish somewhere somehow

The castle

we tracked a simple line
clear-sighted and much to kind
we searched beyond the light
we spoke every night

we pass them on as side-effects
of who we want to be
I singled out the weakest link
so no one noticed me

It’s a fact, I never doubted that
today, I found the truth
but it turned up no good

there is a room, in the dark
seems that our time has narrowed stark
I fear the reasons we ought to know
vanish somewhere somehow

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