Stop-motion devotion
And i'm drifting alone
In the ersatz ocean
We move nowhere fast
Through nothing but the faded
Visions of the past
Noone seems to understand the catalyst
In that you have no power if you do not exist
Are we followers? blind disciples?
Of shattered dreams and graying flowers?
Nonexistent halos soar above my soul
It's a struggle between faith and control
Influence, no human compa**ion
Sovereign glow
We all make the mistake
Of thinking trust is something real;
Something we manipulate
So how does it feel now
That you're in wrack?
The same sensation as when
You are stabbed in the back
Leaders, symbols, nations, flags
Endlessly filling body bags
Ideals are nothing
I'd rather be dead than have a false
Utopia hanging over my head
In two hundred years
Our unjustified fears
Will disintegrate and
Wash away all of the tears
What I wouldn't give to be alive then
And know our minds are immune to the sovereign
Lonely hallway in a rusted highrise
Covered with ivy underneath the dark skies
Outside the pale
And behind the veil
For the wishing kind to blindly fail
Concrete staring back at imperial wraiths
No voices, no light, no mindless faiths
Reap what you sow
Blinded by the light of
The sovereign