You wake up leaping through the door

And fall to the next floor

Under skies devoid of birds

There aren’t seasons anymore

Cold fronts sweep the sun baked streets

Between rival thunderstorms

No you can’t fight chaos, chaos feeds on war

It can only claim more…

When did panic come to be

At the center of reality?

To loot the earth for what it’s worth

For a shred of continuity

It can kill you, you know?

Worshiping the vertigo

The rhythm of breath

The rhythm of sudden death

The world may never know…

Earth works (of course it works)

Just take a look around

Lets offer more than our confusion—

With ears to the ground

Despite the noise

Recognize the sound!