I was still life.I was pinned inside of a photograph.When I realizedYou had slipped outside of the sceneryWith only what you need to surviveSo why did you come to meIf you looking at the enemy?Open upOpen upOpen upOpen your housesI was waiting.I was reconstructing the memory,Unbelieving in the changes looming inside of me,The pulse of an irregular life.But why did you turn awayBefore the horn soundsOver the dark terrainAnd the weapons of the enemy?Open upOpen upOpen upOpen your housesAnd let in the eye
