"Hidden in the Trees"

Lyrics by T. D.
Music by Degan

(Dedicated to S. B.)

I'm a void-talker, I throw my search party to the void and only the void listens. I give the void a half-gross meal and I take solace in that. I'm the first and last voice to know fear. Fear is that which has a name, name is the chapter of my story already heard, and now it's gone and there is only the void. I have a certain responsibility now that fear is gone, responsible to keep a God afloat that I no longer believe. Should I believe? I believe in nothing at all.

I guess and I speak only in bold statements, void statements. It's yes and where is only the change, void end? Black hole and only the void. Take toll and it's only devoid. Fake coal and the lonely Freud, bonely noid, tonely toyed, only the void.
I'm the first and last voice to know fear.
We're seeing firsthand what the next centuries will call our ruins.

"So many memories... I've been walking around my old neighborhood. Someone else is living in my old house now. I guess they don't mind living in a place where a family was murdered.
Were they my family? Sometimes I find it hard to believe. What memories I have are distant, and the rest... well, I gave my childhood to the Blind Man, didn't I?
But none of that matters now.
Tonight, one way or another, this all ends."

Every thought is a wall. Bang your head and this, our daily bread, falls out of the sky and mocks that I no longer have the wings I thought I did, so I bury my soul in burning hourglasses as I relive the last of my Archangel nightmares. Squirming with the worms in the dirty earth, home of the birds. I miss wings and eyeless things.

Death. The hardest part is waking up again.