Panopticon
Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Grasping in the dark cold handsThe voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tomeThe pages wither like burned flowers in a summer droughtThey fall into dustWhile questions arise in perpetual wanderlust...Of unanswered questions and empty gesturesMandrake saviors and eyes sewn shutThis living in fearFear of freedomFear of letting go... of thingsThe novice angel's somber strings...Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who's overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the worldThere is no God in buildingsThis divisive, cunning method of controlIgnorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greedForever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this worldDeath is my final giftThe leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again...And the world thrivesRelish the wildernessThere are no forests in your HeavenLetras de cancionesThere are no forests in your HeavenThere are no forests in your HeavenThere are no forests in your HeavenBecause Heaven is within
From Letras Mania