Under the sun. A crimson ladder climbs the endless sky, Children gather, screaming to the light. Voices echo, biting through the air— Kill the sin. Under the sun. The red age fades and drifts away, No road back, no words to say. Burst in scarlet, scatter and burn— Ah… what a view. Tinted blue, we measure the dark, Depth of souls colliding in the arc. The light we chased now hunts us down, Lost in a world too bright, too loud. Holding frozen flames, we wait for the end, Entrust tomorrow to the clouds we send. Beneath the sun, distorted shades, We carve each other, intoxicated by pain. Under the moon. Can you see me now? Wanting still to be human somehow. A drifting boat, ascending high, Toward the heavens, scraping the sky. Do you see it? Can you see at all? The moon of paradise is far too far. Burning fires through blinded eyes, Embers bloom where vision dies. Back under the sun. Fragments of the sky fall, flutter down, Burning in my hands, turning to ash. Carried by the wind, they rise again, Back to the sky from where they came. Light—blinding light, We stare at each other through twisted sights. The pillar of fire writhes and bends, Not enough red in the dying sunset. Do what must be done, arch the soul in pain, Tear it open, laugh, go insane. Raise the lost light, smile and cry, At the edge where blackness piles. What do I hear? What do I say? As I fade and drift away. Can you see it too? Beyond the path where heaven grew. Hands burned by jealous holy flame, Dropping hope, picking it up again. Souls licking wounds, eyes straight ahead, No turning back for the words unsaid. Ah—now I see, a fleeting sight, Beyond this age, beyond this light. We will not witness what comes next, Only one star remains, unblessed. Tell me—where is happiness? The halo blinds, the sky cracks open. Loving others, we taste the curse, Souls swim onward, into the hearse. May you be blessed. A ladder of light climbs the endless blue, Stardust gathers, screaming too— Kill the soul. The divine fire Is always burning your back. Hey, look—spring has come, Grass and trees and flowers hum. Hey, look—spring has come, Everyone is here, everyone belongs. But everyone wears a frightened face. This should be paradise… Shouldn’t it?
