Nothing Revealed - Cindergarden

Standing on the brink emptiness evolved

Measuring the lines the distances crossed

Burning away open the sky

Nothing revealed… nothing but time

Viscera of yesterday

Time’s a knife to have it’s way

Only just begun

Crimson of the setting sun

Scattering the ash places recalled

Nothing to see faces dissolved

Coming around broken the sign

Nothing revealed… nothing but time

Viscera of yesterday

Time’s a knife to have it’s way

Only just begun

Crimson of the setting sun

Caving in circling along

Patterned dream the places you’ve gone

Merry go round making the call

Time only waits for nothing at all