memoirs of a world where the elements      have been modified   i cannot lie with this paper face   it was built up from the inside         we're so conditioned to believe   when there's darkness at sea   the same words the same faces   but my instincts are sharp      like an insect's nest,   i stay abreast ready to swarm      what is your way when the fires have multiplied?      no one lives here   all that remains is the promise of a rising sun   and the memoirs are gone         when all you know has changed   the promise of a rising sun is all that remains