Alexandria Burning

I used to think that memories were like pollen
I would breathe them in
And they would stick to the walls of my nose
And congest my amygdala with visions of everything

But oh, it's not so simple, is it?
When the fog comes rolling in, please know
I didn't desert you
I saved you from seeing the pain of the blinded

Can you hear the cries of the blinded?

Alexandria burning
This is genocide
You have taken our yearning, countrymen
And set forth a pyre of innocent lives

Do you feel the Earth turning?
What have you done? Oh, God, oh, sin
Fetishising the fruits of our knowledge
And leaving us with the ashes to begin again

I'm so young and there's so little I know
Harmonising models of cherry soda
Clicking in rhythm with circadian footfalls
Cycling through an endless pattern of who I could be
If I just stopped falling

Spring comes to where I am
And I know I'm not getting anywhere
Droplets of moisture begging for rebirth
Let this be a sign unto you, oh you, oh you, oh you

Alexandria burning
This amicicide
You have met your potential, countrymen
In cowardly panic, and cast them aside

Did you find what you're missing?
Does that matchbook know your sins?
Expediting your self-inflicted punishments
And leaving you with the ashes to begin again

In my dreams they will wait for me
They will let me bask like a lizard on a rock in bed
And I will walk through the fire, hand in hand
With the kid who used to aboard pockets of lichen crystals
In hopes that one day, in the reflection of one of the fractals
He would find a future for himself
And it will be beautiful
It will be so fucking beautiful