There is no one on the air   I chase parading ghosts in burning memory   Through empty shells of stolen moments   As all the stains are reassuring us   That they happened   Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal   Reflected back unto ourselves   I've been reduced to a faded impression   Attention paid, critical.   These elements, they fail to align   I realize this is passing   Do they become something more   Under the surface of an image paralyzed   As we become nothing    Spectral trails echo on the air   Aperture set   Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over   Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind      And I give myself to the truth   Flesh fed to the piranhas   Liar's blood it falls into water   Where only the water survives   I'll stare into my own false eyes   And watch the life in them die      The past will lay dead   When the present is slain by the sword of eyes   Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together   You can't have it back   You can never have it back