Lyrics: Russell Eck/Morgan Eck
Music: Russell Eck/Jared Klein
Momentum becomes music as you dance to the drum of your own progression
Kinetics born of excitement, of no alternative,
must maintain impetus or risk sliding into old habits
Waltz of quintessence
The light begins to fade away
All the hope that brought you this far remains within
It remains within your soul, glimmering, shining
Guiding you home to start over
Through the mountains of your melancholia
Waiting for the sun to rise over the gates gilded with sorrow
Lift your weary spirit skyward to fly,
for the sun, the sun will rise again
Into snares dressed up as familiarity
Into a noose of family ties
The thread that binds us holding you down until you cannot breathe
and still asks for the air in your lungs
With each step you shed pieces of the encumbrance
Watch as traditions tumble down
Even your shadow seemingly adheres
to the distance you placed between now and then
Against odds you find breathing easier the higher you go
Solar pinprick is now a face and you gaze
Goddess of red in a sea of apparitions
Guiding beacon on which to set your compass
Gaze upon its expression
Aspect like a lighthouse keeping course
Keeping the things that skulk under the surface, itching and writhing
Permeating in your mind like a sickness ready to infect your skin with the rash of apathy