If you look closely you can still find hope amongst the chaos.
Before the page turns, the stage burns and the rage churns
Beyond your spectacles
I see truth inside the sphere
Hide your fear
With my words I make heavens fall,
Till skies are clear
All I have is hope, misplaced words, and burning fire
A churning ire
That urges me to rise higher
The patterns appear
But are swept away in the very next moment
Inner distance broken,
Mirrors left smoking
