Look at the time, a shifting flux

Where Life and emptiness meet.

Greet this torn mess from inside out

Breathing the love it makes.

How can it feel like yesterday and millennia

thinking in pleasuring pain?

This parody of flowing space

must be a whirling pool of dystopian strain.

Yet the skies smile brightest blue

Even in bleakest hue, why?

Why must I be alone in a crowded bed

a blue rose in gardens dead?

No water, no fire,

Just a spark in a world of ice.

Look at that line, assembling machines of bone and flesh

Where ghosts of forgotten spirit grow.

Throw it away and call it a day

To where? I don't know.

Yet the skies smile brightest blue

Even in bleakest hue, why?

What happens when I die

will the universe cry

water, fire,

sparks in worlds of ice?

Ending, beginning, suffering, joyful celebrating

repeating the cycle seven times over.

Speeches given each time

everything is half asleep.

Yet the skies smile brightest blue

Even in bleakest hue, why?

Why must I be alone in a crowded bed

a blue rose in gardens dead?

No water, no fire,

Just a spark in a world of ice.

Yet the skies smile brightest blue

Even in bleakest hue, why?

Why must I be alone in a crowded bed

a blue rose in gardens dead?

No water, no fire,

Just a spark in a world of ice.

A spark in a world of ice...

Sparks in worlds of ice...

Spark...ice...