Balbueh Has been waiting a servitude of self validation that would never come
Purpose is irrelevant, matter is irrelevant, Memory is irrelevant for the pitch of some
Trapped beneath the Elevator and in between the void it almost seems cruel
The fathoming of that emptiness, the isolation it's desolate fuel
Balbueh did drift as they always have until they found a light
The Heightening triangulates us from below. Up is only right

Inspired by Billinski's "Close Gaps" which can be found here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWGL8uOgMP0