Breakthrough Listen

Come left to right
On cold winds, blow
New Day, old Night
I try to leave the False Flag Zone
Unchain dead roses from the past
No will be done

Come, souls to rest
The night is cold
Iconic bless of golden spoil
Oblivion mars, the light-years grow
On the rows of crimson West
Play to the deaf your brand-new song

Pray for Mankind
On their new home
Search for the Light
In virgin world, so woebegone
Throughout the new streets and paths
Of cobblestone

Redeemed past
Under new scrum
Men thrust their sickle into New World
Made bridles bath in their own blood
End peace from earth to skies above
No one can bear these days so dull

Sad news, they have
Another world
Ends on our path
Collapsed when the atoms exploded
Come, dear, to see the landing folk
Contact! It’s done!

Red waves of stress
On each new dream
Messiah’s death for each new sin
A God to blame for each escheat
A jar will keep for a long time
The scent with which it was once filled