For Those of Us Who Live Our Lives in Circles
The churning constant turmoil
Bending harmonic light and shade
As I lurk in the deformity
To the worship of almighty and echoing fangs
My silence too huge to be contained
Trapped in the shadow of yesterday
The churning constant turmoil
Bending harmonic light and shade
As I lurk in the deformity
To the worship of almighty and echoing fangs
We hammer out the future
But we are the flies in the rotting amber
A lightless world of windless deserts
Left to wander out, indistinct forever
We're sent to hammer out the future
Horrid animations of blackened bone
A new found devotion
A golden throne
Sent to bring me low
Taking knife to stone
Sent to bring me low
Circuit faith atoned
We sigh into an onslaught of identical days
Retraceable pain
And then remembering the always monochrome gaze
The immense grinding of bones and excess of uncounted years of industry left vacant
Greatness promised and yet always wasted
A uniquely human fantasy to live above death
Time ground and gnashed to a new dust
All ambition bereft
As eyes and gears turn in circles of fire
To set doom in the palace of my will
I remember damage
The bad blood that is yet to spill
Do you see them now
Bending harmonic light and shade
As I lurk in the deformity
To the worship of almighty and echoing fangs
My silence too huge to be contained
Trapped in the shadow of yesterday
The churning constant turmoil
Bending harmonic light and shade
As I lurk in the deformity
To the worship of almighty and echoing fangs
We hammer out the future
But we are the flies in the rotting amber
A lightless world of windless deserts
Left to wander out, indistinct forever
We're sent to hammer out the future
Horrid animations of blackened bone
A new found devotion
A golden throne
Sent to bring me low
Taking knife to stone
Sent to bring me low
Circuit faith atoned
We sigh into an onslaught of identical days
Retraceable pain
And then remembering the always monochrome gaze
The immense grinding of bones and excess of uncounted years of industry left vacant
Greatness promised and yet always wasted
A uniquely human fantasy to live above death
Time ground and gnashed to a new dust
All ambition bereft
As eyes and gears turn in circles of fire
To set doom in the palace of my will
I remember damage
The bad blood that is yet to spill
Do you see them now
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Writer(s): Shane Driscoll
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