Soul Flare.

​Verse 1

​The corona blooms in a violent crown,

Turning the laws of the orbital down.

A billion tons of electrified light,

Searing the dark of the endless night.

Magnetic filaments snap and recoil,

As the ocean of plasma begins to boil.

The sensors are screaming a deafening code,

The map of the heavens is starting to erode.

​Chorus

​Solar flare—realities tear,

The silence is burning, the void is laid bare.

We’re slipping the stitches of time and of space,

Refractions of madness in every place.

A rupture of violet, a fissure of gold,

Where the stories of yesterday lose their hold.

Solar flare—the boundaries break,

In the wake of the sun and the mess we make.

​Verse 2

​Communication is static and noise,

Crushing the signals, silencing voice.

The navigation is bending away,

From the path that we took just yesterday.

I look through the viewport, the stars start to bleed,

Accelerating at a impossible speed.

The horizon is shivering, folded in two,

And the red of the sun is turning to blue.

​Bridge

​It’s not just the radiation wave,

It’s the structure of truth that we couldn't save.

The atoms are drifting, the matter is thin,

I don’t know where I end or the cosmos begin.

A kaleidoscope fracturing, spinning in glass,

Waiting for the heat of the storm to pass.

​Chorus

​Solar flare—realities tear,

The silence is burning, the void is laid bare.

We’re slipping the stitches of time and of space,

Refractions of madness in every place.

A rupture of violet, a fissure of gold,

Where the stories of yesterday lose their hold.

Solar flare—the boundaries break,

In the wake of the sun and the mess we make.

​Outro

​The seams are undone.

The cycle is run.

A ghost in the rift.

Just a drift.

Drift...

The sun goes cold.

The story’s told.