[Intro – 24 Sec Dripping Tremolo Guitar] [Verse 1 – Lyrics Whispered Then Rasped] Time seems to ebb and flow Events past seemingly out of control Friends caught in the crashing waves of history. Conflict. Chaos. Life’s lived, Life’s lost. Thinking back to certain periods of my life feel like trying to recall a long since faded dream. Torn from reality it seems is my mind’s way of coping. Ever hoping that maybe in some other time and space my friends continue living. How else can I come to assuage my guilty emotions? That I should still be standing, still breathing. When they have long since taken their last breath. [Instrumental – 50 Sec Sliding Bent Notes, Screen-Door Snare, faint bleeding through] [Verse 2 – Same Lyrics Again, Now More Broken And Slurred] Time seems to ebb… and flow… Events past… out of control… Friends caught… crashing waves… of history… Conflict… Chaos… Life’s lived… Life’s lost… …faded dream… …mind’s way of coping… Still hoping… other time and space… they’re living… How else… assuage my guilty emotions… Still standing… still breathing… When they took… their last breath… [Outro – 90+ Sec Feedback Swell, Heartbeat Kick, Guitar Slowly Detunes Until It Collapses Into Hiss] Witness and despair… Witness and despair… Witness and despair… Witness and despair… Witness and despair… [voice cracking, long pauses, heavy breathing, faint echoing farther and farther away until everything collapses into hiss and dead silence]
