The sky is clouded and grey like a mirror Dreams of celestial bliss buried deep An invisible web of whispers spread out over dead-end streets silently blessing the virtue of sleep
I'm still Called by the fire My spirit Called by the fire Yes, i'm still Called by the fire Called by the fire
Eternally
The flickering light The heat of the flame creates and devours In my soul there is night
Every day I grow more immune to social sedatives Every day the web is more transparent United in fear and the comfort of reason illusions that we are all peers Walking the stairs I am ever more awake