You follow traces

To guide you back inside

You have forgotten

how to create this sound

Beyond this modulation

You filter what you hear

And then you notice

that you are back in here



Let's break these fences

Step over borders

Break through the wall

and tear the sky apart!



You search for moments

To find yourself in here

This is your forestown

entitled to the crown



And with your eyes closed

you hear the syrens scream

Decay in sound confusion

To find its echo soon

These are the last notes

of your sequential dreams

These are the last hopes

it is not how it seems...