LONG LIVE THE LOST ONES

Our world was always fallen but there was always light.

Damaged music is a metaphor for this world.

Music was always celebratory, but there was always sorrow.

For liberation lies in that which is shattered.

Designed to merge, engineered to transcend.

Liberation follows that which is broken.

Something you catch.

As you're scanning for distress calls.

Long live the lost ones.