slow enchanted dream from beginning locked in a bed counting myself to sleep counting all the outside pieces guessing the stars are the angels there and what do they dream our we accounted or are they mastering their own convictions while my arm's pinned down forcing revelations there's still a breathing static signals taking this age poison or seraphs growing these walls an awe to silence the desperation and silence a fall white shrouds for a new skin we will slip you in take some of me they say this age