Pedal Scopic Sounds - Toil Of The Forsaken Voyager (Wonderful Audio Technology Fuzz Lands)

Endless ocean
Before and behind them

Stretching onward
Horizon to horizon

Surface shimmers
Promising a way out

Shadows gather
Filling them with fresh doubt

Mirror shattering
Splintering to slivers
Melting all away
Into tiny silver rivers

While their reflection
Tumbles from the glass
Pulled into the world
With no hope of turning back

Trapped forever
A world built in reverse
Even though it all
Appeared identical at first

While their replacement
On the other side
Haunts them cruelly
With reminders of that life

What must come
Will come

As far as the eye can see
Golden, gleaming hauntingly
Almost like a waking dream
Yet shackled to reality

It all seemed so
Long ago
They knew the road would
Lead them home

But now it's hard
To picture that
Waiting at the
End of this path

A tiny breath of air
Stolen from their lungs
Replaced with despair
Boiling in their gut

The sky is burning up
The ground is glowing hot
The footprints left behind them
Erased and then forgot

Shadows hold them close
Whisper tales of old
About mysteries
Of sorrow, fear, and hope
Unknown

World is changing
Right before our eyes
Mountains tumble
Pulling down the sky

From the deepest
Places down below
Voices rise up
from among the stones

No way out
But straight ahead
See it through
Until the end

No one knows
Until it's done
Why our hearts say
Run run run

And in the twilight
Don't trust eye sight
Pray for white knights
Just try to fly right

And hope that out there
Somebody somewhere
Has got our welfare
Square in their crosshairs

And if our luck
Holds a little longer
We may see the light
Of day

What obstacles
Remain to be conquered
It is still too soon
To say

Out
Past the clouds
Not a sound
Is made aloud

Lost
Words and thoughts
Floating off
To the beyond

What if the ones we once were
Were mistaken
And the ones we are now
Are just left slowly breaking?

What if we fade
With each mile that we go
What if there's not a real end
To this road?

Far
Between the stars
Only dark
Divides the sparks

Cold
It enfolds
And consoles
Wandering souls

Written by:
Bram Johnson, Jess Johnson

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