Rick Mester – Guitars, Programing, Synths, Vocals
From the album The Cold Awakening
Words and music by Mester
Falling snow, bleeding brow
Funny how tainted it becomes
Red absorbing purest white
My blood stains…On your soul
I fall hard
Across the capped mountain
Of liberty, of hope
Illusions…and easy to believe in
But impossible to grasp
Inward theater opening up
To scaled down dreams
Of you and I
But to live here is just the beginning
As waking up, I see red and white
And blue skies
Forever turning gray
In anticipation of the burning day
Where safety, shelter
Are replaced by life
And I ask
Who wants it?
If I never had been
And to my dismay
I always will be
I live without