Strung Out

Analog
Through the coolest haze
of this dreamlike maze
it has begun
and all I wanted you near
With these wounds I bled
a perfect tone of red
in isolation
through the swollen eyes
Of the dying, and my waking dreams
we're all dying to become what we swore we never would
Now I watch and mourn in bloom
You take the way you know
I'll take the road unknown
and meet you there
at the end of time
We are frequency
we are tragedy
we are the love
we need to keep us here