Sangtekst: Theatre Of Tragedy. Disintegration.

It's blurring out of sight
The faces flickering
In the tinsel light
On the esplanades

Fluid and vanishing, dissolving
Hiding things in your room
After the scene

When the faces shift
Into someone else
The arcade is echoing
In a shattered self
The figure's shimmering

Alter all the static thoughts
Into something less
Than what was sought
The splendor of within

Inner helplessness no more
Empty habits cure the needs
Solely to concede
Never disagree
Seek obscurity in lucidity

My identity is dying
Someone said
"Can you believe this line?"
And for all I know there's a cure

Faltering, reversing forward
Sentiment's never odd or even
The minds are solid as liquid
It's reverberant and faint
Vaguely luminous

Everything has changed
And nothing is the same