My Hands to War - Postfulgurate Lyrics

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

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 to the ground
Last to the sound
What archaic mathematics we cling to as proof

As far as my eyes can tell
You were here and now you're not
If the door was closed
It has opened on its own

A first class ticket to hell and back
Then save me a seat on the train
A dialogue, disguised as an interview
What could this audience say
Take it back, please don't go
You never gave us closure
You never let us know
What an absolute farce

Salvation in retina
I've beholden a glorious sight
What fell down before us was you
Bathed in calamitous light
It was always you
What becomes of our snakeskin shedding cycle now
When you persist even in death