The deepest facets of a universes unknown, deeper still in the earth are truths yet at home.
How can we know when nothing is brought into the light, how can we see when those against us bring forever night.
To hide that which a heart seeks and often deeply knows, a thirst for a reality that only grows and grows.
We ever search in the darkness for those who will bring us to the illumination, those with mental fortitude and forced concentration.
The ones that strive for truth as a child strives for life, to bring us their wisdom in a war we eternal fight.
They wading into shadows releasing what they know with convictions, forever battered and bruised as the world contradicts them.
Born as light warriors into Fadernauticus in night, destroying fabricated walls that hold secrets and lies so tight.
Spreading knowledge through the air and in deserts far away, gathering learned people who want to listen to words these warriors relay.
As the greatest challenge is to push on to never thinking of turning back, to push on for a new world because we are Fade to Black!

Savage in the intentions of the rainy days past.
No more inclination for the covering waters traveling vast.

Distances in a matter of a thought,
torn between what we strive for and what we are taught.

Long ago causal egos start to fail,
lost in the day of a ship that never had a sail.

Falling through memories carried for so long,
searching for a place where we can comfortably belong.

Gone are false intention that merely drift us through a day,
gone Is the love that we thought would never die.

Collections of repetition far too worn in to be without,
far too rooted in muscles that are not forgetters,
the kind that hold tight to the limit,
hold tight to what they know,
hard is letting go of things we know better,
letting go of hazardous misconception that muscles never think of merely hold,
until little change is ever seen,
and rarely heard,
change is not for the weak,
and not for the people that merely sleep...while awake.

Starring at the barren, scorched earth we leave,
little by little our humanity we cleave.

Until there is nothing but a void of black,
a mentality for which there is no coming back.

How can we say we learned from the past,
when those very things that divide us never pass.

We steal away for better days,
yet drifting into feeling that we should raze.

All of the troubles that keep us in fear,
to fight for change that is so near.

How can we count on better days,
when everything we are inside is thrown away.

In favor of a life with less compassion,
for a style that rejects the humbled masses.

If our future is still envisioned in the path we walk,
it's most direr to find a way to peacefully talk.

For the road we paved is of demise,
to a future our heart will simply despise.

Fearless from the start of the race rodents revere, lost fiddling with a purpose never truly clear.
How can feet carry you onto the path, when a weary heart lay beaten in the past.
Where can we run when there is no where to hide, how do we defeat that which pours from the inside.
In the bitter dust of an awakened realization, that this fear does not control the direction I've taken.
Still held in place by diminished memories, trying to envision the future that may never be.
But there were not enough colors to paint the picture, when the world in stuck in only a black and white fixture.

Looking deeply into the densest black, no light to be found save a tiny little crack. The fracture that harbors a minimal piece of light, holding a tinge of fear as a battle rages in the night. Champions of the bright stand battered and bruised, a war against the dark we cannot afford to lose. Many tactics has the dark to destroy leaving broken shining beams, yet the light holds tight inside us as we strive towards our dream. Of a world that will only ever live in the light, and the only darkness we see is that of night. A war that eternally wages on, so no matter the victor...the tiniest crack of the dark...lives on, in us. We are the bringers of both side of illumination, one without the other, never balances the equation. For oneness is all that we seek, the inner battle of the strong and the weak. A source to which we are forever tied, we merely live to choose a side.