Poetics Lyrics

Poetics lyrics

There are tourists and then there are residents

In a city where the walls
are filled with sound

Basting off the floors

Listening to your own
thumping in the bass

The wizards play sirens

People march, some
chant with the sound

A lot of the tourists are smaller then their
shell

Funny they forget how small they really are in that

grand
city

Some even forget where they came from

The gatekeepers, they
don't own the key

They're merely robots that depending on how they
feel

on that day

Extend their arms to remove and replace

The
rope that let's the quest in and out

The city that only lasts a night

Means nothing but a sound