The Summits Burn letra

If the veil were to be lifted from our callow gaze and our existence split wide open,
it would expose a torrential theater of war encompassing our rootless pursuits of fulfillment.
If the cloak were to be lifted from the eyes of humanity,
allowing us to see the elaborate strands of things that may or may not come to pass.
Things concealed by cataracts designed to preserve our wits.
If our ears no longer remain silent to the harmonies and dissonance of overtures that saturate the skies and omit the ossicles, then our negligence will become our noose.

Ghost of A Fallen Age - Letras

• A Critical Proposal
• A Poorly Tailored Man-Suit
• Irrefutable Evidence For A Skeptic (3:15 A.m.)
• It's the Apathy That Calls Them Here
• Macabre Vow
• The Cancer That Devours My Dreams, And Takes Dominion Over My Nightmares
• The Cold Open
• The Face Of Neglect
• The New 2007 Model Human
• The Summits Burn