[00:00.000] 作曲 : Native Construct[00:44.355]The spectrum is wide[00:52.939]Through my opened eyes[00:56.700]The colors are a tide[01:04.557]Through the tide, my soul glides[01:36.221]But when the darkness arrives without warning, consuming my soul[01:40.112]The spectrum is lost[01:42.199]Only a wistful flicker of a heaviness of spirit[01:46.470]A longing for escape into the wide open spectrum once known[02:11.882]I turn my face for one damn second[02:18.901]And find myself deranged[02:25.931]Psychopathic, stumbling around in this hole[04:32.053]My spinning head no longer holds at bay the piercing cold[04:44.543]It comes rushing back[04:48.658]I am called to submit myself into emptiness[04:58.750]I will surrender now[05:04.486]And soon I will become what I have fought all my life, what I've always run from[06:04.218]With flashes of light, the spectrum returns[06:12.078]And my path is clear[06:15.854]And once again, I feel the tide[06:23.936]And through the tide my soul glides[08:47.665]Chromatic lights break through my jaded eyes[09:01.439]Though I falter now, there is hope[09:09.142]There is reason still to hold fast and live to see this through[09:25.018]To fail to live my life now[09:33.393]I'd be failing more than myself, than what I can see[09:45.104]Hold fast, and live to see this through[09:56.532]Memories of darkened times still haunting me at every turn[10:03.333]The fear is constantly calling me back[10:06.522]Despite my fevered cries for help[10:10.106]I'm left alone in nebulous black[11:30.618]Morbid moments never cease[11:37.599]Morbid moments never cease[11:43.932]Sinister Silence gnashes his teeth[11:49.760]Sinister Silence gnashes his teeth