Debris - Sublunar

Just in time

The sun is piercing through the dust

Just in time

We’re raising our sketchy heads

Delivered we are from a game gone too far

Seems the jaws of death have missed us

Delivered we are to a world lost in time

Can anyone believe us?

Broken spirals

Scattered stones

We are

My arms turn into branches

Awaiting the rapture

We’re back at the drawing board

Just in tim

Surrounded by the fallen stars

That need to burn insid like cigarettes

In an ashtray full of dead galaxies

We are made again

We’re numbers to count

We’re stories to write

We’re future celebrations

Words of consolation

Before the guilt goes down

We’re shivering sounds

We’re scary red eyes

We’re broken limbs in piles

Awaiting to be photographed

When the light is fine

We’re people undone

Frozen with harm

Afraid to come to terms

With our human nature

It’s just one

Of many times

Surrounded by the fallen stars

That need to burn inside like cigarettes

In an ashtray full of dead galaxies

We are made again