Sands of Time

Calcos:
When time flows but leaves you behind,
Left with scars in your mind,
Mercy doesn’t leave a trace,
You feel like you’re simply a disgrace.

External forces don’t care who people are,
The wheels of fate just do their part.

Cyril:
The pattering of a sticky rain,
The sound fills you with disdain
For yourself, you fight tears of shame,
You lose strength, cry against the window frame.

External forces don’t care who people are,
The wheels of fate just do their part,
Tearing us all apart.

Calcos & Cyril:
With all the pain
The memories remain,
It doesn’t mean that we’re not just grains
Flowing in the sands of time.

Cyril:
Oh, we can never see what keeps us alive,
A strong will teaches us to survive,
Doubting only tells us to die.

No, we don’t measure fate, we keep track of time,
Wasting away counting our dimes,
We can’t tell a truth from a lie.

We watch the river flow and leave souls behind,
Feeling only scars in our minds.
We wish we could go back just to find
Our dreams that we flew in the sky.

Calcos:
But still…
External forces don’t care who people are,
The wheels of fate just do their part,
Tearing us all apart.

Calcos & Cyril:
Still there’s pain
And memories remain.
It doesn’t mean that we’re not just grains
Flowing in the sands of time.

Don’t you see?
The world can’t hear your pleas.
Just keep your hope,
Dare to take a stand,
Flow against sands of time.

When you cannot find your way in the day,
You must seek your fortune in the night.

What defines you?
Mane a starry blue.
Darkness your venue,
Canvas of infinite view.

Goddess of the night,
The moon shines its light.
Each star shimmering bright,
Inspiration fills my mind.

Chorus:
Luna, show me the way;
I’m blinded during the day.
Luna, the luminescence you cast
Melts away the regrets of the past.

A limited palette,
It doesn’t show it.
Mathematically perfect,
A beautiful set.

So you’re still in my dreams,
Guiding my path so it seems.

(Chorus.)

Luna!

I’m never alone,
Your soft light glows.
Please don’t leave;
Luna, princess of my dreams.

(Chorus.)

The story starts with the Princess of the Moon,
Before she went insane, wanted everypony’s doom,
When the ponies ignored her and slept instead of played,
Luna sought some attention and made her royal day.

Lunar Harvest,
Dress as what lived in the shadows.
For acceptance
She scared them if spirits ran low.

Chorus 1:
Time passed, the facade was forgotten,
Her form was feared as a legend,
Luna broken and beaten
Became what ponies believed in.

Chorus 2:
It’s Nightmare Night, shut your doors tight,
Don’t pause in fright or you’ll feel the bite
Of Nightmare Moon, she’ll take your life
Or so they say…

Once every year isn’t enough to stop the pain,
The time she spent on her sky felt like it was in vain,
The mask that she wore on every Lunar Harvest
Became the one she used in her conquest.

Nightmare Night,
Dress as the evil from the shadows.
Only Moonlight
Now the ponies will all know.

(Chorus 1, 2.)

Everfree creatures
Are roaming free,
So say the legends
Of the Nightmare’s decree.

(Repeat once more.)

(Chorus 2.)

Another day goes by
Without any changes.
Beneath a blank blue endless sky
The light bleaches all to gray.

I trip and fall in the dust,
My throat thirsts for a flood.
Why was I left here to die,
My wings are broken I can’t fly.

During the night I can no longer stand,
I hear her voice calling beyond the sand.
She gives me hope though it’s been so long…
I need to hear her song… again.

I remember when I didn’t fight,
Looked up to the night, lived by moonlight.
But then it seemed I was the only one
Who preferred the dark to the bright sun.
The moon was through with being ignored
So she recruited me to fight in her war.
Now I see her face etched in her sphere
In this desert of sorrow I shed a lonely tear.

Exiled to this scorching land
When her ambition proved to be too grand.

My eyelids grow heavy, I have not much longer,
Her voice rings my head growing steadily stronger.

No more lies…
I tell no lies…
Why?

It’s always night when I cannot stand (in this land),
Her voice sings on when my eyes fill with sand (understand),
I hope she remembers though it’s been so long (so long)
And I can hear her song…
I need to hear her song… again.

Now reborn,
The dream warden lives for harmony,
The dream warden lives for night.

Lost amidst the forest green
In darkest memory.
I wait silently,
Satisfaction never seen,
And as I wait to be
Forever saved, forever free,
A Nightmare breathes in me.

Chorus:
And you broke my jealous heart,
I was nothing in your shade,
Now I’m back to claim my part
In the cycle we have made.
So you beg for me to love,
So you seek forgiving lies,
Yet a thousand years above
Seems like nothing in your eyes.
Time never flies.

And I faced your fury once,
Never doubt I’ll do it twice,
And when you see me now
I will not be half as nice.
In the shadows I will wait
Under empty, haunted moon;
You wanted me to call it fate
But I know that it was you.

(Chorus.)

And you tore my life away
Though I am your flesh and blood.
I would hope that you had changed,
But I know you never could.
So I’ll strike you from afar,
I will unmask each disguise,
Show the world just who you are,
Bring the truth before their eyes.

Time never flies.

So you beg for me to love,
So you seek forgiving lies,
Yet a thousand years above
Seems like nothing in your eyes.

The forest is my home,
I could never forget,
How you left me all alone,
But it isn’t over yet.

All the power in my soul,
It was nothing in your power,
A millennium’s control,
It will end this very hour.

I will tear apart your lies.

The Lunar cycle controls the tides,
Affecting the currents of our lives.
Though we all say we miss the sun
When the day is done.

Living a lunar life.

Though we all admire it’s beauty,
We never share our love, absolutely.
It’s the world, all of life, it’s gravity
Cycles and reflects our society.

Sitting in the night,
A shimmering slender crescent,
Silently watching
Our Dreams.

Floating in the night,
A pale and slender crescent,
Purposefully turning
Our Dreams.
Our Dreams!

Living a lunar life.
Living a lunar life.
Living a lunar life.

Flying lower than your expectations,
Choking because of smoke inhalation.
Can’t break above the smog of yourself,
Kept in a box on your own private shelf.

If you get pulled out, you recoil,
The sun burns your skin dirty and soiled.
Flailing against the saving grasp,
But they don’t let go and you gasp.

Chorus:
Above the pollution the air is pure,
Cleansing and bathing you in its cure.
As soon as you might find your wings,
Beware, for below there are evil things.

Mechanical monsters moving malign,
Melting in mayhem, below the line
Of darkness that covers our once perfect land,
Slowly making glass from the sand.

Rise and stay above the blackened sewer,
Before our numbers grow fewer and fewer,
Choked to death by our own wicked ways
So that only we can hope to remove its haze.

(Chorus.)
Oh, so many things,
And we think that we could start anew,
It’s true…

But the Cycle repeats…
The Cycle repeats…
The Cycle repeats…
The Cycle repeats…

Nothing is worse than a life unlived,
A soul that has aged but with nothing to give,
A state of a affairs where comfort is king:
Give up your freedom and receive everything.

Running in place you always stay
Trapped in a cyclical pace everyday.
Try to break the pattern and get beaten down,
Swim without help and you’ll surely drown.

Chorus:
Is life in poems, in verse or a line?
Is it a novel or something more unkind?
Does it matter when you’re never sure?
It doesn’t matter when it’s all a blur.

When there is written nothing
In your book of 10,000 pages,
It leaves you wanting more…

You try to take on the world
But you can’t fare well on your own.
You try and beat the rest
But 1 in a million is 1 in 6.

It ends faster than it begins,
Tear them down and shut the door.
Trying to avoid that worthless fate,
Tired of the circle of “make life wait.”

(Chorus.)

There is written nothing
In Death’s book of 10,000 pages,
It leaves you so dry and beaten,
It leaves you wanting more…
It makes you cry for more…

Lies turn the table in a war where everyone wants to score,
And Lord I know I want to finish right here but
There’s a little bit to understand my friend:
The devil’s never on the level in the end.
Now you’re given a livin’ for somethin’ more
Turn the tables on the thievin’ to even the score
Shout it out loud, grin and not frown
‘Cause they wanna steal your soul and leave you to drown.

A child, a man, or a woman in life
All have to deal with trials under a knife
But it didn’t matter when they could not be sure,
It didn’t make a difference when it was all a blur.

When you thought there was nothing
In life’s book of 10,000 pages.
It left you so dry and beaten,
It left you wanting more.

Nothing seems to numb the pain,
Every blow shakes to the core.
It’s not the life you want to live,
So you’re still left wanting more.

Just another night we thought,
May as well go on a bartrot,
Get a taste of some different places,
Meet some new and familiar faces.
Berry Punch and a few our friends,
Drink until the night never ends,
All of the bars don’t know what went wrong,
Then we found the guy that knew our favorite songs.

Chorus:
We’re all wonderin’,
We’re all stumblin’,
We’re all makin’ the nightlife as we trot.
Down in the basement,
Beneath the pavement,
We’re drinkin’ in what Steve’s brought us.

See the bits thrown on the bar
As Steve makes up a sidecar.
Hear stories of things he’s seen
While the drinks we have are licked clean.
One last drink, because the hour is late,
We wish that the clock was up for debate.
One last toast, miss each other a lot,
We’ll remember this Baltimare Bartrot.

(Chorus, repeat twice.)

Here I go again,
Leaving my old Station,
Passing through the North,
Westward bound I am.

I’ll follow the tracks,
Never sure of the end,
The sun, the fixed part of life…
Apart from the daily grind.

Entering the tunnel, never sure of the end,
Following the tracks
Until the dark and light blend
Here I go again…
Here I go again…

Here I am again,
Coming to a station,
Leaving the past behind,
Looking to the tracks ahead.

I’ll follow my life,
Thousands of days to find,
The sun, the new part of me
Apart from the daily grind…

Exiting the tunnel, never sure of the end,
Continue on the tracks
Until the evening sets in
Here I am again…
Here I am again…
Here I am again…

Through all of this pristine land
I can’t seem to find the grain of sand
Who will stand beside me.
Though I am in a sea of Love,
I can’t find a dove
Who will open up my heart.

And I can’t find you.

I am looking for anyone
To be the one I can confide
All of the things held on inside.
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
This is my final cry.
Who can fill the hole I have inside?!

I am just a spirit
Floating on these melodies.
There has to be another song
Who can be a part of me.
If there is I can’t hear it,
The music of my other half,
The soul to complete me,
Or is nothing even near it?

(Repeat once more.)

And I can’t find you.

All the Angels Fly
Away as the world burns,
But the fire meets the sky
And no one’s left to learn.

Such denial and excuse,
No one can see the truth,
Millions are dying from all the abuse.

Crash to the ground from a state of bliss,
Can’t deny that you’ve let things go amiss
From the trap of your own iron fist.

Idiosyncratic, automatic, neo-progressive politics,
Too semantic, there’s no logic, going down with the heretics.
Way to static, not erratic, all across the demographic (it’s)
So magnetic, electronic, making systems become robotic.
There’s no feeling in these dealings, so why are they all still reeling?
It’s not really all those leading when we all are still there voting.
People screaming for a meeting, everyone wants to see some impeaching,
They’re not reading, over-feeding, gluttons who say they aren’t falling (and so)
The liars build their own pyres and burn within all the fires.

They say the less you have
The more you will receive.
It hasn’t happened yet,
So who can we believe?

The liars are kept up in the sky
Until the sun burns their fake wings.
Every acid tear they cry
Is just what their lies bring.

Crash down on the ground from your place of bliss,
Your ignorance let things go amiss.
Pay the price of your iron fist,
Live with all that you left in the ditch.

So violently, consequently we all still think so eloquently,
Perceptively we are quite lively, but really live quite perilously (but)
Supposedly we see all of these, but cannot properly focus to be.
Obliviously, we stay in the dream, although this ignorance has a fee (still)
All the liars build their own pyres and burn within all the fires.

They say the less you have
The more you will receive.
It hasn’t happened yet,
So who can we believe?

The liars are kept up in the sky
Until the sun burns their fake wings.
Every acid tear they cry
Is just what their lies bring

All the angels fly
Until the fire meets sky.
All the angels fly
Til the sun burns them,
And melts away their lies.

With all the times it seems we’ll never climb out of this hole,
It quickly fills with sand the pressure squeezing out our souls.

And we don’t know why…

So we look for an escape
From the blank bland grey of our lives,
Moves in cycle with the tides.
Colorful distractions hypnotize,
Fantasize
A way from our fate.

So we build a pastel world and turn from all the world’s burning fires.
It’s idyllic, sunny, no clouds in the sky, meeting our deepest desires.

And we don’t ask why…

Chorus:
Because this is our escape
From the blank bland grey of our lives,
Moves in cycle with the tides.
Colorful distractions hypnotize,
Fantasize
A way from our fate,
We want to live in this place…
That we’ve made.

A way from our fate…
A way from our fate…
A way from our fate…

(Chorus.)