Indignation and the Rise of the Arbiter - Hopesfall

In any window there’s a new look

At something you’ve never looked at before

Some perform new revolutions

And never be broadcasted where you’re trained to

Interplanetary to dark matter to ground fault, an alien-robot

You think there’s something better

But it’s fundamentally out of sorts

It senses fault (when) somethings ripped apart but paid on time

Put the paint on

Output the photo to bring the race to the stars

Space station awaits a call to war

Intermediate in our own

Put your all

Swing slow

Indignation is misdirected

When you stare at institution

I’d take notice of the arbiter

Nostalgia of aristocrats

Adulthood to middle class

Loyalists with perspective

At the rise of the arbiter

Introducing a heart-breaker

Provincial and dominated

Introducing my own intermediate…

Intermediate in our own

In a mixed up soul

I’m the Navy so

A kill switch to a ring

And if all are not the same

And stars are of an aristocrat

The daughter to upper middle class

A loyalist with perspective at the rise of another arbiter

I’m the Navy so old

I’m the Navy so

I’m the Navy so old