dressed in cold pieces of time / haunted by battles lost / we seek a vision
a vision to cut / through the genius of the crowd / like acid steel through a vein
the last night that we lived / we had no more eyes / trapped in lands we never saw
what stands between us /just that precious gift some call experience
turmoil /uprising / bitter loss / our blood thin like air /water only
pink noise is carrying last hopes/ ready to follow the code
