Faces eyes noise Floating patterns of no coherency, none needed From behind the chapel of dreams came imagery From another world The left for a brighter star A new home called now Womb death dawn Follow seafarers on an ocean of silence Remaining humanoid shells, a distant thought The chasm between truth and flesh paved With bricks from secret cities Entering linear orbit Crushing the foundations of divided times Suns reflected Convoys... Convoys to... Convoys to nothingness...
convoy, coherency, seafarer, linear, humanoid