The Concept Of Dread
Stanza 1:
Travelling without time,
O what a way to live.
Dreaming out of crime,
O what a way to give.
Stanza 2:
Renowned for being known as,
"The House Of Names".
Endowed, with invisible eyes
Never shown, unto alas. And their stronger
Than you know, piercing right through the flow,
Holding all up in the light.
Showing you, your true colours deep within -
"The House Of Shames".
Stanza 3:
And then, Option rears it's ugly head,
Then tempted am I to choose,
The road less travelled by.
Screaming with the rhyme,
Has been in rule, for way too long.
For too much in time.
Waxing lyrical, dripping from my mind,
Unto my hand and it never, seems to stop me still.
Chorus:
The Concept Of Dread,
Never far from what should be fed,
Never near to what could be said,
The Concept Of Dread.
Stanza 4:
Now, I'm not one for holding grudges
But it's easy, to become your own best hypocrite.
And whoever says their devout in heart and pure in spirit,
Only ever harm themselves, and no one other.
For what's the point in having a mind, if you were made to worship?
Indifference if you were only shown to be framed,
And you look through the pane with open eyes
And still don't realize, the truth is to be blind.
Stanza 5:
Message taken in, and it's understood,
From a "Book of Ban*l" I once read.
Interpretation differs, along with repetitive revelations
And they're all saying, the exact same thing.
Suppose I should say, it's all horses for different courses,
Hinting with difficult words and smiling diction.
The friction of all men, so relation betwixts them to ponder
All and nothing, and something in all of earth, sky, and infinity.
Stanza 6:
Transcience with it's trickery then tossed me aside,
No beating around the bush, so very matter of fact.
Moral reaction of a mere mortal, surprising it is
For shocking you into slumber, O count the numbers down.
Multitudinous nails of restraint, maybe there's no rest for the good
And all you could imagine for the wicked, based on what I've seen so far. Looks like I can't move, move up and away,
The catalyst I should call on to stimulate my brain,
O to give me the might, the muster, to rise on up
From this bed of finest silk, and rosy white,
Dark deception of Apparent.
Chorus:
The Concept Of Dread,
Never far from what should be fed,
Never near to what could be said,
The Concept Of Dread.
Stanza 7:
And then, Enigma wrapped inside another,
Came over the brow, with a searching in it's eyes,
Quick to invade the self's privacy.
Your one and only sanctuary.
Already has it raded o'er the walls,
That are higher as Heaven itself,
And as deep as Hell, in it's health.
Into the Esplanade, another battleground,
Where no sound is deaf.
Stanza 8:
Mastering without pride,
O what a way to enroll.
Dictating without spite,
O what a way to control.
Then, and only then did -
Stanza 9:
Twice I glanced upon,
Riders of the Gulf, cursing to all that begat.
Between Want and Need,
Within the tranquil Citadel of Introspect.
Chorus:
The Concept Of Dread,
Never far from what should be fed,
Never near to what could be said,
The Concept Of Dread.
Stanza 10:
Renowned for being shown as,
"The Consul of Corruption".
Enthroned with divisible truths and aims,
And their weaker than you knew,
Leering right over the soul,
Holding all up in the dark.
Showing you their false stars, deep without
"The House of Hence".
Stanza 11:
Message given out, and it foretells the flood,
From a "Book of Beasts" I once read.
Institutions differ with hierarchical repetition,
And their all preaching the opposite-sane thing,
Hinting with lofty letters and talking money.
So, should the sweet honey of reprobation make them walk?
The pedantry-precision of man, relative to sin, sense,
And the gleamless. O nothing that is existent, and nothing
That is dependent, means nothing at all without -
Chorus:
The Concept Of Dread,
Never far from what should be fed,
Never near to what could be said,
The Concept Of Dread.
Stanza 12:
Conception of Address,
Conception of Confess.
Conception of Consequence,
Conception of Thoughtlessness.
Is the total sum of all -
The Concept Of Dread.