Frozen in the panes of glass, Guilt of our century lives on. It chills us to the core, and recalls the mighty beast.  Living for the great today, our souls linger in the static; held together through the dust of a promise's last reverb.  I shake the still of our hearts, with a solemn cry in paradise. I know how this world works, and so shall the reckless.  There is still a purpose here; a reason to fall from grace. Courage can see you through it, and love will reignite you.  Soldier on with my drumbeat; trust it to pave a new road, devoid of signs or structures. A new freedom for your world.  Flip open the owner's manual, and rip out every last page. Crumple the lies until the end, and return them to the author.  This is the end of complacency; the hounds hunger for something more. Lose the blinders on your mind, and satisfy that deeper thirst.  No one will know it better, or imagine as beautifully as now. Solitude may be your legacy, but it won't haunt your memory.  The world is heavy today, weighed down by atrocity and pain. Our selves fade before our time, cheapened by the present's ire.  Hold out for your day; take the fire in stride. The hate can leave us burned, but first it needs our breath.