Antinovel-H.A. - Drifting Lyrics

I feel something coming
Or maybe its a ghost
A word not spoken on these streets anymore
A specter haunting ruins still standing
The total sum of a faceless crowd
And their ritual secrecy
The word that words defend
That can't be found in Images
Or the sounds of these songs

A gathering impression
Like a wraith
The sound of masses untold

I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
But the shadows never move
And we're left with the ghost
Of a disinherited echo

Born into a fold
A broken thread and a failure of the light
When the wind blows it makes a hollow
Sound against the ruins
Given all the wrong words
While they perform their roles with grace
The exegesis of empty lots
Fills the silence

A gathering impression
Like a wraith
The sound of masses untold

I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
But the shadows never move
And we're left with the ghost
Of a disinherited echo
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
But the shadows never move
And we're left with the ghost
Of a disinherited echo

Half-remembered figures
Adjacent to the histories that we know
Illuminate the long-forgotten word
With the tears of the saint and seer
Promise of a new light
To reconcile the beginning and the end
A critical mass whose shape reveals
The ghost of something coming

A gathering impression
Like a wraith
The sound of masses untold