1. A GREATER CALL

We are not conquerors,
we float with the tide...

We leave upward,
toward new dreams,
a new hope, an odyssey.

We are not conquerors,
we float with the tide...

Underneath, the world
left behindis dying as
we escape gravity.

Closing my eyes and I embrace darkness.
The stars will not guide us but their
light will show us the way.

We are not conquerors,
we float with the tide.

The stars will not guide us,
close your eyes, embrace darkness.
The stars will not guide us,
close your eyes, embrace darkness.

We are not conquerors,
we float with the tide.

The stars will not guide us,
close your eyes, embrace darkness.
The stars will not guide us,
close your eyes, embrace darkness.

No room for fear, a greater call,
a sacrifice for the benefit of all.
With the sun at our backs we
heed and we bleed.

We are not conquerors,
we float with the tide...

This is the first step to reach
the infinite and what lies
ahead is unknown.

We are not conquerors,
we float with the tide...
It is a quest for survival
past all known frontiers.


2. CHEVRON

Reason has left with someone else,
listen close then shift it to the shelf,
it smells like rain is coming soon.

A muffles sound of thunder startles you too!

Batten down, the wandering winter
snow that fallslike lonely little diamonds
heading home to find instead of something,
nothing, not a single soul.

Swaybacks make their way around the room!
When all your dreams are falling through,
she'll say "I told you so".

Light bright, shut down night,
the beast has come to gloat!
Smug and listless is what this
is so lie low till it’s done.

Your hackles are raised!

Its stories held back hate
and speaks to all the
wrong that’s come and gone,
said and done.

It’s so lovely the way your
skin has raised to seed
and back again.

Swaybacks make their way around the room,
while you talk too high the list goes on and on and on.
With no click three times to send you spinning home
and swaybacks make their way around the room.

The beast has come to gloat,
lie low till it’s done.
The beast has come to gloat,
lie low till it’s done.

Light bright, shut down night,
the beast has come to gloat!
Smug and listless is what this
is so lie low till it’s done.

Your hackles are raised!

Its stories held back hate
and speaks to all the
wrong that’s come and gone,
said and done.

The beast has come to gloat,
lie low till it’s done.
The beast has come to gloat,
lie low till it’s done.

And now you see not blue but red,
a toothless shift to dark again.
"I told you so" she said!

A perfect thing that changed your guard,
a turnaround that speaks in scars.
"I told you so" it said, she said.

It said!

A perfect thing that changed your guard,
a turnaround that speaks in scars.
"I told you so" it said, she said.

It said!


3. THE WRECK OF S.S. NEEDLE

The members of his squad grow thick,
a testament to "get rich quick".
And no sign of mismatched features,
secondary organs from within.

So on command they open,
winding clockwork sirens as they come.
And scramble the rock face through
the glare of morning sun to run.

Your time is costlier than fine,
the wreck of S.S. Needle.
Simpletons that want all in
and render horror feeble.

Splinters always hide under
the skin from glitter of the pin,
to brave a friend in battle comes
the thimble with his sign.

You’ve got to spit to see the shine,
let me see you run this gamut blind.

Your voice, it shakes, you smile so dryly,
let us see and touch you lightly.
And the moon is so unseemly, bright,
cut your hair off watch all night.

Splinters always hide under the skin!

The battles of the thimble and the pin,
put me down where I can see you run.
The battles of the thimble and the pin,
put me down where I can see you run.

Your time is costlier than fine,
the wreck of S.S. Needle.
Simpletons that want all in
and render horror feeble.

Knees go down and up in time
to sleep in foreign seaswell.
Silence while we cross this spine,
ring out the warning bell!

You’ve got to spit to see the shine,
Let me tell you run and try to hide.

Put me down where I can see you run,
put me down where I can see you run.
Put me down where I can see you run,
put me down where I can see you run.


4. APPROACHING TRANSITION

Natt, varje natt skiftar
färg öppnar sig.
Flyter bort bort från allt,
ekar tomt överallt.

Natt, varje natt längre
bort längre ut öppet hav,
utan ljud tiden går tidens slut.

Lights, lights go out,
sky grows dark, endless nights.
Looking up, reaching out,
passing through and moving on.

Close, getting close,
hard to breath, getting cold.
I can’t speak, out of time,
close my eyes, one last beat.

I run, momentum gained,
slowly the dawn is raised.

Light transforms into a solid red,
red as the blood and red as the lie,
I crack the surface and continue on.

Waves form in every direction to find their home!


5. CYGNUS

Can you see what’s following you,
it has a mind of its own,
steps so quiet you can’t hear it,
a parasite without a home.

It’s got a smile, but you don’t trust it
concrete reasons unknown.
Put it behind you in the space of your day,
a parasite without a home.

Leave her to sing her withered songs,
in tunnels painted like the dawn,
bring me,
the echo till it’s gone.

Nothing escapes this hold,
desperate against the cold,
it's flesh made out of stardust,
iron oxide into rust.

To write a letter to the night,
this songless, sightless, silent giant,
this feeble plea,
a speck of sea,
a drop of dust,
- it’s locked in you and me,
rip it out and feel it’s heat,
forget the way things seem to be;
meaningless to the one and only.

And she’ll be standing while you suffer,
her hair is lost in storm,
open your mouth,
and let air. Rush. In.
to get a sense of her form.

But if the audience is imminent,
and if your parasites come home,
remember the old adage:
deep roots are not reached by frost.

Leave her to her withered songs
Tunnels painted like the dawn
Write a letter to the night
Sightless, songless, silent giant