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Lullaby To a Dying Star (Cinematic Version)
PORCELAIN HEARTS
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September burns, the leaves are dust, no golden autumn here
Remembering winters that painted frost on window panes
Another poem, another year
Lost in the archive, in a memory that slowly fades
Breathing this air that tastes so foreign, in the middle of nameless weekdays
They say it's just a cycle, that the planet has its phases
But the birds are silent and the river flows lifeless, full of hollow phrases
From the Actors on a Burning Stage promising a fix in the next five-year plan
While we just stare at the horizon losing color, like blind guilty men
Every breath is shallower, every night is warmer than the last
We're building puzzles out of hope-shards that were never meant to last
And we pray in silence for a storm that never comes, just a quiet knock at the door
The fever is rising, can you hear the beat
The Earth sighs softly, admitting defeat
I'm singing a lullaby to a dying star
While the sky cries tears of ash and sulfur
We close our eyes to the fire, no matter how near or far
This is a requiem for our dead ideas and faith we offer
The headlines on the screen are flickering in a rhythm of panic
California's burning, Venice is underwater, another graphic
Shows the curves that spike and climb just like a fever chart
And we just keep on scrolling, numb and torn apart
Refusing to believe that we have reached the final stage
The point of no return, the final scene upon the page
Of a world we once called home, now it's a museum of our loss
We teach the children names of animals that will never run across
The forests that are memories, just a black-and-white reel
And they ask us why we let it happen, with an innocent appeal
Thinking we could stop it, thinking we still had the time
But we just sat in silence, listening to our own comforting chime
Maybe we're just children
Playing with matches in a barn full of hay
Waiting for a miracle, as it all turns to gray
The price we have to pay
Maybe we deserved this
Maybe it's too late
We are the fever
We are the poison
Watch the world drown in the tears we failed to shed
The fever is rising, can you hear the scream
The Earth takes its last breath, ending the dream
I'm singing a lullaby to a dying star
While the sky cries tears of ash and sulfur
We close our eyes to the fire, no matter how near or far
This is a requiem for our dead ideas and faith we offer
I'm singing a lullaby to a dying star
While the sky cries tears of ash and sulfur
We close our eyes to the fire, no matter how near or far
This is a requiem for our dead ideas and faith we offer
I'm singing a lullaby to a dying star
While the sky cries tears of ash and sulfur
We close our eyes to the fire, no matter how near or far
This is a requiem for our dead ideas and faith we offer
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