Year Four Hundred and Forty Something

…When the world finally stops is it what you thought you saw? Well, I'm just walking along, that's all, de facto.

Yea, the year frozen in this photograph, it isn't a sanctuary.

Welcome to where time stands still, where nothing changes and nothing will. The whites of your eyes match the black which fills the frame. Its being as to nothingness, we're all the same in different ways. And welcome to where your memories reside. If you look close enough you'll find patience inside. And when the world finally stops, is it what you saw? Well, I'm just walking along that's all de facto.

Yea, the year frozen in this photograph, it isn't a sanctuary.

Welcome to where time stands still. Where nothing changes, and nothing will. When the world finally stops is it what you thought you saw? Well I've been walking along, that's all, de facto.

Yea, the year frozen in this photograph, it isn't a sanctuary.