Fall
Here, in this wretched place
On the precipice of time
A conflagration of nothingness
All inside my mind
I taste the nectar of hope
Yet it's something I will never find
Beneath Death Valley's lows
And the Himalayan highs
A message destitute
Written in the skies
Seraph angels sing their praises
Then incinerate my eyes
Fall!
Into the fear that controls your whole life
An emblem of your emptiness
A symptom of the times
Fall!
Into the bottomless hatred
That consumes your whole life
An excuse to the excuse
To your wasted time
Freedom comes at a cost
Far too steep for me
I prefer a dream of yesteryear
That rots inside my body
Inhuman, incorporeal
The flesh of Christ is bought and sold
The thoughts of Socrates
Perverted and lacking empathy
Is there an answer? Is there a call?
I lost my mind inside the cold
A vision wiped from the stone
And bludgeoned from your mind!
Fall!
Into the fear that controls your whole life
An emblem of your emptiness
A symptom of the times
Fall!
Into the bottomless hatred
That consumes your whole life
An excuse to the excuse
To your wasted time
On the precipice of time
A conflagration of nothingness
All inside my mind
I taste the nectar of hope
Yet it's something I will never find
Beneath Death Valley's lows
And the Himalayan highs
A message destitute
Written in the skies
Seraph angels sing their praises
Then incinerate my eyes
Fall!
Into the fear that controls your whole life
An emblem of your emptiness
A symptom of the times
Fall!
Into the bottomless hatred
That consumes your whole life
An excuse to the excuse
To your wasted time
Freedom comes at a cost
Far too steep for me
I prefer a dream of yesteryear
That rots inside my body
Inhuman, incorporeal
The flesh of Christ is bought and sold
The thoughts of Socrates
Perverted and lacking empathy
Is there an answer? Is there a call?
I lost my mind inside the cold
A vision wiped from the stone
And bludgeoned from your mind!
Fall!
Into the fear that controls your whole life
An emblem of your emptiness
A symptom of the times
Fall!
Into the bottomless hatred
That consumes your whole life
An excuse to the excuse
To your wasted time
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Writer(s): Brandon Wathen
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