Lyrics:

They’re set to sell the show on

An audience of no one

So breathe

It’s a big relief

Livin’ in disbelief

They’re marching in the town square

A regiment of cold stares

The Heart And Spade

Cavalcade’s

On parade

They say that there’s a motion

To confiscate the broken

But it’s too late

To recreate

The original state

Permanently unwell

From standing where the sword fell

It’s so brave

Smile and wave

On your way to the grave

All black and

Red around them

Confetti and war songs

The horrors

Are within them

Where apparently it belongs

It’s on it’s last hours

With horses stomping flowers

Thrown by

The crowds on the side

Who know not why they’ve died

Their shadows stretching longer

With one last thing to conquer

That’s the

Aporia

Of phantasmemoria