i-m-m-i

Swoop down - Undermine me from my infrastructure In your future-advancement formation. I dare you, Burn these pages that you've written; who Am I to block the way of you and a new chapter? I understand - I am dated, simply. To think, even a Wonderland can't design The wonders that you require. Go and bend my God-placed functions to your liking. From zero to one, the score stacks against me. I'm helpless and quickly failing; I'm unbound From my footing and a conduit for your energy. And with that, it's come, a terminus on my time. A complete shutdown-- A complete shutdown-- A terminus-- shutdown-- shutdown-- complete--

I am the places that are neglected. I am a weather-beaten shadow's home, Forgotten precipice, dust-collected, Cracking up and breaking down no go zone. Though some, packaged with all their forbiddens, Where the fence is low, will let themselves in, Daydream, exhale, and pray to stay hidden From the highs, lows, no-longers, and has-beens. They come to me to leave hysteria And see off an old world for the high life In an unadventured Siberia, Gutless, cornered, stuck sparking up their lights. And another night, they'll come back to me; They'll remember who kept them company.

We come to your shores under misty moons For something to treasure, a place of healing. In from the nightlife to Amaterasu, We'll plant our roots here, across the East Sea. Let's make this beginning unparalleled, Let's build a home of these begotten souls, Let's make its scenery fade deep to pastel, Then write it down with the moras of Basho. You are the foundings of these cities, You are the groundwork of glorious days. But, you're in a terrible hurry for changing. No matter how you unravel, we'll love you this way… On the white banner, you are the Red Star That we still hold high with all of what we are.