Extraordinary Dreams of the Ordinary Mind

Silent explosions
A waking trance
An audience with god is all that I might ask

This world is a carcass
In my quaking hands
I have been the stranger in a more strange land

All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife

The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed

Your subtle strength
Three debts to all be paid
Head bowed, whispered secrets in a voice like rain

All change when sight is regained

Look for an exit
Or brief reprieve
Something wicked this way comes with our holy disease
Your fanatic beliefs

All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife

The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Driscoll
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