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letra de meteorites - voices from the fuselage

the science, the left hand
the cynic of my soul
a safe grip, a smooth path
the ground on which, i roam
the right hand, a splendour
am i a man of god?
segregated
from the hopeless common sod
we venture
through nature
oblivion and awe
drowning in the fear that
we can’t escape this sh0r-
if we can’t live together
then we will die alone
separated
from our only form of hope

i wake unscathed
and breathing
my whereabouts, unknown
i wake unscathed
and breathing
my whereabouts, unknown

[instrumental]

you bore such misery
then you gave it all to me
what is your next bequest?
your vision’s off
your misled delusions (why am i not surprised?)
and soon you’ll see
we’re not the enemy

(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)
(why are you running?)

[instrumental]

lavish in these words you may not understand
who could’ve predicted that this would be our bitter end
miracle occurred
the chance is sickly thin
between the bruises and contusions that rest on our skin
we cleared the ocean deep
thrown downward from the sky
but the sensation of a pull encourages the ‘why?’
the walls are ripped apart
the fumes have met the flames
and the resistance of the flooding wind keeps them at bay
i hear cacophony
a clamour of a fear
a fear that wracks somebody’s every nerve beyond a tear
the turbulence is fierce
as it exacerbates
and i begin to witness everything about my fate
as all my senses fade
despite my own protest
the tunnel vision in the corner of my eye defects
my fingertips are numb
i cannot hear the blight
and with this atrophy is blinding absence of light

have i lost you
in a world of danger?
have you forgotten
me?
am i a stranger
in a strange land
calling for a reason?
longing
forgiven
taking my last stand

your vision’s off
your misled delusions (why am i not surprised?)
and soon you’ll see
we’re not the enemy

your vision’s off
your misled delusions (why am i not surprised?)
(delusions)
and soon you’ll see
(soon you’ll see)
we’re not the enemy
no, we’re not the enemy

break my fall
or risk it all
i can see your ulterior motives
breaking down the walls
i can see the goodness feed you
as the darkness envelops me
i have no way of changing this trajectory

[outro]
break my fall
or risk it all
i have no way of
changing this trajectory

- voices from the fuselage

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