Let the future dogs of tomorrows cry vanish in the past. 
Set free the cold tongue that speaks, laughing out at 
last. 
Costumed and throned, translucent power, reveal at will. 
These cities bare our minor scars, giving command to 
images. 
Guided through the mind, exposed to fire by your enemy's 
weapon. 
Know they wouldn't be so easy to trust, easy to visit. 
Holder of now. 
Quiet star. 
Appearance ingrained as metal teeth are to the 
fatalities. 
Fill the lung. 
Our future pasts are seeking us now toward the vastness 
of projection. 
Infuse the object. 
Coil to bend. 
Reveal. 
Reveal. 
Reveal. 
Imaginator. 
Imaginator.