Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Step into the shadow where the silver moonlight falls,
Vibrated so heavy through these ancient urban walls.
The major tries to dictate how the ordinary dream,
But we are drifting higher on a cinematic stream.
Every single baseline that is hidden through the dark—
It’s catching the reflection of a bright electric spark.
One path, one rhythm under the electric dome,
Finding in the midnight zone a temporary home.
I used to look around and feel the pressure of the crowd,
Anxious with the voices that were a little bit too loud.
But now the stat settles and the vision is so clean,
Living in a sanctuary—heavy and serene.
Launa.
Final crack of breathing while the filter cords ignite,
