The Prophet

Old light, shine through the haze
Unravel, reveal those unkind days
Those memories best tucked away
Where pain and hate proliferate

Descend into the wreckage of I
Find that for all this time I've been cold, afraid, sick of it all
But at the precipice, unwilling to fall

Blood of the prophet
Stain the sands of time with your lies
Tell us of our sorrows and our fight
We descend, down, deeper into black
Where at the seams, it feels like we're starting to crack

There's no quiet here, no peace of mind,
No sign of the cure you designed
We still cling to the same old remedies
Still battle with the same fucking enemies

Finally found a new way
To keep the demons at bay
To kill what burns us up inside

As I shed my old skin
And the words become armor
Shed this old shame
Rise up to begin again

Blood of the prophet
Sacrificed to end this plight
Dragging all the demons into light
We descend, down, deeper into black
Where at the seams, it feels like we're starting to crack

There's no quiet here, no peace of mind,
No sign of the cure you designed
We still cling to the same old remedies
Still battle with the same fucking enemies

Finally found a new way
To keep the demons at bay
To kill what burns us up inside

As I tear my heart out
And the words become weapons
Unsheathe my anger
Can't see me winning this battle

Losing track of time spent wide awake
Feel I'm falling through the ground yet again

We still cling to the same old remedies
Still battle with the same fucking enemies

Finally found a new way
To keep the demons at bay
To kill what keeps us up at night

As I lose my senses
And the words become like wind
See the dawn approaching
Where a spark of fire begins

Found a quiet place, my peace of mind
All in place, as by design



Credits
Writer(s): Joachim Koreman, Pushpa Toekoen, Tamas Niks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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