Grigori
Pyramids of fractals lay
Scattered through the lands
Who will rebuild us when our towers of ivory come crashing down?
Emerald eyes gaze into the forest
Looking for a place of hope and purpose
Watching over you has become my love
Peace in my mind blocks out my sight Assuring you there is a light
Day dreamer, tell me, what do you see?
I need something to keep my head clean
Day dreamer, tell me, what do you see?
I know you're there, I just need a sign
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Just close your eyes and pray
Brother, I taste the pain as it taints your blood
Oh sweet blood
Sister, your wounds lay spread infectious
And grisly with eyes of the dead
Gaze into the eyes of the dead
We must be the watchers of our fellow man
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Just close your eyes and pray
This is our home
Inhabited with journeys
From the people of this land
Islands sink without the help
Of each individual grain of sand
Scattered through the lands
Who will rebuild us when our towers of ivory come crashing down?
Emerald eyes gaze into the forest
Looking for a place of hope and purpose
Watching over you has become my love
Peace in my mind blocks out my sight Assuring you there is a light
Day dreamer, tell me, what do you see?
I need something to keep my head clean
Day dreamer, tell me, what do you see?
I know you're there, I just need a sign
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Just close your eyes and pray
Brother, I taste the pain as it taints your blood
Oh sweet blood
Sister, your wounds lay spread infectious
And grisly with eyes of the dead
Gaze into the eyes of the dead
We must be the watchers of our fellow man
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Press your ear up to the slate
And know that it is not too late
I won't let you waste away
Just close your eyes and pray
This is our home
Inhabited with journeys
From the people of this land
Islands sink without the help
Of each individual grain of sand
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Dines
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