Pantomime7
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2004
- Messages
- 291
The lies that stream of facts and fiction
Deteriorate the retarded intuitiveness we belove
And allows us to succumb to the scene of life
To which we merely blind ourselves
To which the chaos and mockery our time has become knowledge
And to which we numb ourselves to truth and wallow in deceit
Death lurks and prepares for fate
Prepares the macabre scene to come
Prepares for the sickle to fall
To signal the year of our damnation
I stand here shackled to this wall
And watching the tower sway by wind
I wander through vaults
I find the fiend of darkness
And I slay him upon the cold, damp stone
My knees buckle as I collapse
Surreptitious blasphemy has taken my soul
Tell them I have died
Yet the facts of fiction
Will not allow.
Deteriorate the retarded intuitiveness we belove
And allows us to succumb to the scene of life
To which we merely blind ourselves
To which the chaos and mockery our time has become knowledge
And to which we numb ourselves to truth and wallow in deceit
Death lurks and prepares for fate
Prepares the macabre scene to come
Prepares for the sickle to fall
To signal the year of our damnation
I stand here shackled to this wall
And watching the tower sway by wind
I wander through vaults
I find the fiend of darkness
And I slay him upon the cold, damp stone
My knees buckle as I collapse
Surreptitious blasphemy has taken my soul
Tell them I have died
Yet the facts of fiction
Will not allow.
