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Letra : Postfulgurate

You persist, even in death

In an instant you appear as if you were never gone
Paying homage in energy shrines
With no mask to save you from the light
Lost in the prime of life
Roots pointed towards the sky
Roots pointed towards the sky

A bright, violet flash from the air
Leaves the room suspended in their chairs
“What happens next? Something has to resolve.”
But what if it never does?
Stays tense just because the drama of life
Is happily married to cutting the cord?

Exhausted fact, abolished
A history in the blink of an eye
Distorted past, acknowledged
The mystery in continuous lights

(A spark is a wonder...)
Crash, crash
Crash to the ground
Last, last
Last to the sound
What archaic mathematics we cling to as proof