the watchful eye

[O.P.A.L]

the eyes that watch
we wait in nothing
we sit alone
looking into the rust
a river of blood
a sky of red
the clouds that dance
the moon that bleeds
we see the sun look through its mind
nothing is sacred to our watchful eye
we will wait for you to look back
have faith in the gears
for the gears look to you
through the rust

believe in our O.P.A.L.

[Redbeck]

[O.P.A.L]

The rust is alive
consuming the gears
the gears of time
it survives once more
yet
our rust on this plane has not left
what is our sin
is it the rust
is our survival the sin of mankind
why do we take so much
yet
give so little
the gears speak quietly
the void screams
our name
our rust
but
not our gears
time is quite but soon will scream

please let the O.P.A.L.
shine
like the light that fills the void