Atom Heart 243.5

Still alive All knowing eye Beneath your stream of words Your rapid stream of words Though none will Ever live to share The radiant stream The promised hues From which your picture fell Re-seal the components from atom hearts Revert, non-owner of worlds As uncommunication becomes the manifest Our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse Death rode these silent caravans And steered them to the ?(o/a)?I'm of the world. Their diaries and withered letters All devoted to the art of dying The enterprise, academy The crafts held in our hands All devoted to the art of dying No room to arrange The final row of masks Drenched in chameleon-ink For the grand charade The tongues that burn in you The slowly altered language That colonized your heartland Advanced through broken doors And they still believe in you They seem to see So many things Booked in your pestilent eye Your stale lids, your iris punctured By tongues licking a lie The enterprise, wolvenlore The cursed seed of man Plunged through the tunnels of uncreation We reach out to move the landmark, Hands seeping down from the chronicles of time The quill now blunt The scribe devoured --- Atom Heart 243.5 - Dark Tranquillity