Monolith - Erra

Faith we abate, a perfect design of which we deprecate

We can’t decipher this suppressive surge of desire

As I watch the hands of time cradle circumstance and consequence

I reiterate that the hourglass is near its end and depleting swiftly

Trace the edge along this line we drew within this narrow space

Memories I can’t recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue that I cannot translate

Who’s to say that our faith was kept in a safe place?

As we witness a weaker pulse and shallow breaths, the innocent fight

To take their life back, no surrender of light from their eyes

Perpetrator, give back what’s not yours to keep

Stolen destinations of contingency, ripped apart and vanishing

Memories I can’t recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue that I cannot translate

These wandering eyes provide confirmation of idle actions

Holding keys to open doors, we’re too afraid to enter

We scrutinize, but execution falls short

Disgust for lack of action

Cover your face with your hands and look away

Memories I can’t recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue

Memories I can’t recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue that I cannot translate

Perpetrator, give back what’s not yours to keep