From Autumn To Ashes

Dismiss the telegram
This is no exhibition
A pile of papers that are bound and tethered
We know the end of man will stem
>From stale tradition
Relaying opinions
Changing like the weather
And this will never be and this will never be reversed
An installation
Sending an open invitation
To all the pioneers driven by suspicion
The old world is gone and
We keep wishing for a new frontier
To sink our teeth in and
Forget what you thought you believed in
The plans we execute are far between and few
But I'll go around the world just for something to do
Existence is fleeting
You spend your life dreaming
The shores are exhausted
The time is receding
And this will never be a
And this will never be reversed
An installation