Beauty entrances every ear every surface: engulfs it within the flames that were sacrificed from one hundred lighters ****** up towards the sky with a mite that stirs our joy awake with a mite that seems to consume every fiber of our being in its brilliance
and we connect to the power laid before us, given to us at the sound of a yell --a scream so defiant it could break anything but the voice and the essence of our prayers: the prayers to carry us away with these lyrics, these notes and melodies, to carry us away in hopes of finding something better --something euphoric-- within these songs.