Wandering Stars by Your Hands Write History Lyrics
We pursue flux progression, exalting hollow inventions, of our finite projections, to medicate with distraction
Listen to the voice entwined within your soul
The heavens speak in collided tones
Listen to the rhythmic pulse that yields control
Our prophetic words remain in limbo
Be still, we are surrounded by the silence of the deep, have peace, yet we wander without sleep
Be still, we must subdue the veil of our flesh and bone
Have peace, and open our eyes to see that we are never alone
Listen to the voice within that calls your name
Our roots connect beneath our father's tree
Listen, melodies commune in our domain but our souls seek refuge across the galaxy
Day after day after day, and night after night after cold bitter night
We wander these streets like ghosts, dancing just out of the reach of each other’s sight
We cry out to each other, longing to connect in more intimate ways, yet we bury our hearts deep in our chests, too afraid of what the others might say
Humbly haunting the servitude of our disease
Adrift in open graves, as servants of the slave
To meet an end, your means corrode, skylit eyes bereaved
The rapture of the brave, never finding what we crave
Make it louder
The core of our existence is found in the pulsing waves of our united sound
Our consciousness is born deaf from the drone our own silence, but if we cry out together then we will conduct an echo
Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo
The echoing tones of our spiritual desire
Humbly haunting the servitude of our disease
Adrift in open graves, as servants of the slave
To meet an end, your means corrode, skylit eyes bereaved
We are the raptured brave
You are never alone
We are together as one
Listen to the voice entwined within your soul
The heavens speak in collided tones
Listen to the rhythmic pulse that yields control
Our prophetic words remain in limbo
Listen to the voice entwined within your soul
The heavens speak in collided tones
Listen to the rhythmic pulse that yields control
Our prophetic words remain in limbo
Be still, we are surrounded by the silence of the deep, have peace, yet we wander without sleep
Be still, we must subdue the veil of our flesh and bone
Have peace, and open our eyes to see that we are never alone
Listen to the voice within that calls your name
Our roots connect beneath our father's tree
Listen, melodies commune in our domain but our souls seek refuge across the galaxy
Day after day after day, and night after night after cold bitter night
We wander these streets like ghosts, dancing just out of the reach of each other’s sight
We cry out to each other, longing to connect in more intimate ways, yet we bury our hearts deep in our chests, too afraid of what the others might say
Humbly haunting the servitude of our disease
Adrift in open graves, as servants of the slave
To meet an end, your means corrode, skylit eyes bereaved
The rapture of the brave, never finding what we crave
Make it louder
The core of our existence is found in the pulsing waves of our united sound
Our consciousness is born deaf from the drone our own silence, but if we cry out together then we will conduct an echo
Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo
The echoing tones of our spiritual desire
Humbly haunting the servitude of our disease
Adrift in open graves, as servants of the slave
To meet an end, your means corrode, skylit eyes bereaved
We are the raptured brave
You are never alone
We are together as one
Listen to the voice entwined within your soul
The heavens speak in collided tones
Listen to the rhythmic pulse that yields control
Our prophetic words remain in limbo