Zero Hour
Standing three feet from the edge, on the borderline of pretentious existence
I've grown weary of my political conflict, the emissions of a confused conscience
Give in, end transmission
Every sunrise finds me hopelessly scanning the frequencies
For a secret sign of extraterrestrial life, a faint beacon of warming light
But every distress call is met with only white noise
Give in, end transmission
When the fire that keeps the soul alive become but a ghostly echo
When the mind of the restless warrior is caught in the throes of vertigo
The true voice of the human heart is finally known
Unkempt my universe has become, never-ending static fills the television
To this loneliness I am about to succumb, the elements have made me so numb
Give in, end transmission
A radioactive substance explodes into my blood like an eruption
So many times I have tried to quit, but its gravity pulls me back into orbit
This weakness has put my life into suspended animation
Give in, end transmission
When the fire that keeps the soul alive becomes but a ghostly echo
When the mind of the restless warrior is caught in the throes of vertigo
The true voice of the human heart is finally known
(Tonight, we cross the event horizon, descend into the unknown
And either fall in defeat or transcend infinity.
This is it, this is the moment when I must decide
To either fight alongside my comrades or run away and die a coward.
But how can I, when neither my mind nor my heart know what to do?)
Give in, end transmission
When the fire that keeps the soul alive becomes but a ghostly echo
When the mind of the restless warrior is caught in the throes of vertigo
The true voice of the human heart is finally known
Written on June 6, 2015 by Daniel Loughlin
Inspired by and written (mostly) to the beat of "Map of the Problematique" by Muse
Author's Note: Hello viewers! I'm gonna cut right to the chase with this piece! When I first came up with the idea for these lyrics, I thought to myself wouldn't it be interesting to write a song describing the moment of truth that decides what kind of person somebody is by creating multiple mini story arcs to help get the message across?" That's exactly what I did with this piece. Each segment between every "Give in, end transmission" is a different story being told by a different person, and the science terminology is suppose to symbolize the fundamental truths of who and what we are. There's a bit more imagery displayed in here, but I won't tell you all of it (that would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?) Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed reading this. Until next time! :)
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