Descending, Crescending

Mesmerizing thoughts, the eternal butterfly effect Descending, crescending neon light entertainment The lost Pearl Harbour entity I finally found some space between the desert waters and the oily battlefields [1] The concrete I'm cruising, the freezing highway To wash our hands in ebony coloured water The concrete I'm surfing over crowded places To clean my soul... is only one enough? [2] Soul descendants, spiral architects running late into the night Ghostly evidence of a portrait created out of mists and raining tears Early morning, late night neon light adventures Scarring the wirth man in the black dress, pulling the rope Maximalizing pain, onwards salvation [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2]