Roads
hidden with the evil-that occult creation
under the forgotten oak leaves of autumn
in a world's past that's been broken
by words left in riddles, washed away
she kept her lips locked tight
as they nursed her with poisoned melodies
in her mind, the voices started singing
to override the machine; I must be dreaming.
They were just sinners; for the love of adventure
my heart was captured; and rendered
to the bentonite dreams of an anarchist
for the actors in this terrible show
the apocalypse that I forgot; that I was only
a pacifist--to the false memory that justified
this decade of orphaned justice.
Televised lies about a war fought and won
a forced submission; a cruel bondage
the science that was my unholy escape
a hopeful second coming of the only son
those impossible theories of freedom
conventional diagrams; their vindicator
imaginations, so incredibly divine.
in this white-washed town; your always drowning
watch the stars as they sparkle and shoot across the sky
The dawn is golden, our truth is an endless untold story
the broken prophets and visions of a 21st century
who had heard a dream's harping call
trace our footprints in the sands of time...
following the echoes of a voice of someone who
had refused to shake...
was unable to be broken...
I may as well have come to the conclusion
that I will never be able to escape the simulation
as those four walls are closing in around me
I am lost in space and time is falling backwards
for I am the one who was born in reverse
you were the sparks; you were not born cursed
so look for a bridge from here to there
as he draws closer to finding the truth
I just want my soul to be spared
some control in an ever-evolving scheme
in this eternal stair.