Father sky your ruthlessness is ancient
Unbearable to the legions of grace
The broken gla** in the corridor of centuries
Is the only witness to the funeral of the world
This existence runs on whispered machines
Feeding grief to a heart that drowned years ago
The bride cries lucid hidden from senses
Bring forth thy requiem that states the future
Unbounded by s**ual intellect and reflections
The bride cries undercover hidden from senses
Fortunate is the season gray - Solitude is sterile.
Abstraction paints a portrait - Hidden from senses.
Like armies blinded by deceptions once unknown
You and I will die another morning
This pa**ing moment is damned by the season of communion
That confirms my insanity
Abstraction paints a portrait - Hidden from senses