Echo

Homeless and endless, in search of an echo
Reverb the deep familiar void
Only returning what's already known
Refuting absolutes with a broken voice

You know what you know, all else can go
Below the refuge of right and wrong
Shackled in defense of a sheltered soul
Blow forth the horns of Gabriel's song

There's only hell or unity
Paradise or indemnity
The passage here is dark and narrow
Beyond pastures of plenty and manufactured sorrow

Leave your fruits to rot behind the paint ed glass
What no one sees, no one can judge
Declare all manners with your voice like gas
Where glass canyons stand like grass-stained church

Cut down, cut loose, cut short, cut past
A world hid away in bandaged wreckage
While she spins in fabricated ballroom dance
And behind her, autumn's fiery foliage

There's only hell or unity
Paradise or indemnity
But the passage here is the only path
To sheet metal tapestry and television wrath

Fabricated wisdom from the deep divide
Cuts down, cuts loose, cuts short, cuts past
The last dewdrops on pyres cooled and dried
Leaving fruits to rot behind painted glass

Voices disregarded, discarded for convenience
They know what they know and all else can go
Mouths hollowed in the shape of condolence
Homeless and endless, in search of an echo

There's only hell or unity
Paradise or indemnity
But the passage here can only tell
From here, shall we fly or shall we sail