From the recording The Realside - Rhetorical Personal Moratorium (February 2014)
Guitar, vocals, keys, bass: Terry McClain
Percussion: Jonathan Abel
Lyrics
I'm wide awake and pondering how I cannot sleep because of this is the cause of that and what is fact? How the ancient secrets bottle in different explanations for how nature acts for certain paths / Would the mild or meek or murdering all come from a soul that learned to seek his wrath to get them back
And I had to see what I had to believe / All that ends will begin / It will go to the will of the ghosts
One thousand die and they will all combine to the strength that builds their wall that shrouds the world / They tighten, ever squeezing in manifesting into shapes of hurricanes Can you explain / Since energy is not erased what we cannot see is what can never be? I disagree