Our colony
Is shining through the shaking of the artificial moon
The light of noon

Cut ragged glass
Kaleidoscope of soapy film refract the rays that pass
The blades of grass

Recite the words that you were taught

The face of man
You stare into the center as the colors bleed away
The dryest rain

You feel the same
The dirt beneath your saddle boots is snapping as you step
Into the scene

This life is just a fatal dream

Don't you ever worry about those dizzy spells you feel
That's just the taming of the ghosts
They can't hurt you, they'll desert you now

Take up your arms
The final day is here, you feel the ringing in your ears
Now disappear
The flaming sky
The rally of a lost July, the night precedes the lullaby
And takes away the last supply of day