When we have used
All of our mistakes
When we have lost

The faith on ourselves

How deep is the darkness

How frail is your mind
Are you far or close
To your dreams?


Watery-eyed and broken
In a life of decay


Do you think you are free?


Living to wither
We cut ourselves
To fit into the world's

Grey machine

Gathering memories

Frail evidence
Falling pieces
Oblique fragments

Traces of a purpose

Our voices echo

The shattered freedom
Do you hear
These words I say


Flying through the mouth
Burning through the head

Set fire into your soul
And never let go


Do you see them
Do you hear them
These words moving

Through the air

Are you far or close

To your deepest dreams?

Do you think you are free?


Overhead
In a broad formation

Out through the smothered
Hearts of men
Come the great fleet of echoes

In spasms full of life
All shapeless and surreal
Echoes of shattered

Freedom

The great fleet of echoes