There's a sadness in the stars Whose fires silver line the night The madness of never having fully lived All I have is here Tangible History My reward Eternity Memory Cornerstone Follow me Leave it all Obsolete Bittersweet He ran to hide Kept a log About his fear A small relief He wants to sink and sleep with them They're in his dreams, he hears them Whisper of this nothing As every night gets darker City lights in the Norden's Tachometric telescope and They are not real A thousand lives slow below him Perfect paranoia is a perfect defense Against them all But you destroy what you're defending