Nox Opus
Dig, dig, dig, you've got to dig for it.
Pull down deep inside yourself, to find the well
It is infinite, the source of all that's strong
It's the place you find the heroes song
That tells you it's the end of all the waste of all your means, with endless energy
And it's a battle fought with every breath, with conscience of the consequence
That every second counts, and every atom sounds like this
The state we ought to never miss, the one that screams, "Remember this, don't forget"
And dreams remind you every single night
Hark! Hear the trumpets sound of alkaline
The metal taste of bloody bonds, dissolved of self-respect, and straining for its death
As careless mobs help moving along distorted waves of air which fall
Abandoned on choked ears, that traffic truth for fear
And pixels scream this fear of ours, of living under watchful stars
As hearts explode like bombs, when martyrs strap them on
And all it takes is idle hands to flip the switch and dance the dance
The blindfold is a crown with the weight to make you drown
At sixty-seven-thousand miles an hour through my mind
My heart screams imperfection and the world comes to a grind
And all I hear is sickness on repeat, these glorified misguided dreams
And all these dirty little things, we let them linger, and it kills me
At sixty-seven-thousand miles an hour through my mind
My heart screams imperfection and the world comes to a grind
And all I hear is sickness on repeat, these glorified misguided dreams
And all these dirty little things, we let them linger, and it kills me
Pull down deep inside yourself, to find the well
It is infinite, the source of all that's strong
It's the place you find the heroes song
That tells you it's the end of all the waste of all your means, with endless energy
And it's a battle fought with every breath, with conscience of the consequence
That every second counts, and every atom sounds like this
The state we ought to never miss, the one that screams, "Remember this, don't forget"
And dreams remind you every single night
Hark! Hear the trumpets sound of alkaline
The metal taste of bloody bonds, dissolved of self-respect, and straining for its death
As careless mobs help moving along distorted waves of air which fall
Abandoned on choked ears, that traffic truth for fear
And pixels scream this fear of ours, of living under watchful stars
As hearts explode like bombs, when martyrs strap them on
And all it takes is idle hands to flip the switch and dance the dance
The blindfold is a crown with the weight to make you drown
At sixty-seven-thousand miles an hour through my mind
My heart screams imperfection and the world comes to a grind
And all I hear is sickness on repeat, these glorified misguided dreams
And all these dirty little things, we let them linger, and it kills me
At sixty-seven-thousand miles an hour through my mind
My heart screams imperfection and the world comes to a grind
And all I hear is sickness on repeat, these glorified misguided dreams
And all these dirty little things, we let them linger, and it kills me
Credits
Writer(s): Eli John Ollila
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