No Messages Send

Arms extend, toward a dangerous power
And then, all the world goes black
As vines creep inside everything they find
It was written in codes and signs
Passed in stories and tales of woe
And for all that we know the end
Is coming much sooner than we thought

Don't move and maybe an answer
Will make its presence known
I think that I can decipher
The spaces between these sounds
I can hear the secrets found within

Paralyzed by the grip of the tides
We try, but it is no use, we'll glide
We'll end up on the other side

No messages send
Wires are crossed again
I can't comprehend
All that you said just then

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