Care of the Dead

The strain of living past a prime
Unrest, regrets and self made lies

Reflect on infected dreams
Watch the tide flow over
Shading eyes from reality
Care of the dead

Foresight, stretch imagination wide
Boundless horizons, through the pain
Naive! Pull the chains down tight!
In hindsight, an all pervading gaze

Reflect on infected dreams
Watch the tide flow over
Shading eyes from reality
Care of the dead
Care of the dead

In Suffering

The sign of the cross; tried un-trusted
A harmony of loss…

For whom do you pray?
Die a death each day

Anointed and crossed
Preserve the sacred blessing
Anointed and crossed
Reverse a failure’s fading

In suffering
Reverence forgone

To whom do you pray?
Die a death each - day

Recoil

Search for the paths to take,
In all too familiar ways, we
greet the strange with a turn of fate
and soldier on...

Perpetuate
The myth's relayed
Its sealed our fate
we linger on...

Deluge

Resolution, cleanse the past from living memory
Reclaim a dream long lost to ignorance and apathy
The more we see, The less we feel
Irreverent trials of life, no consequence, a travesty

Fading clouded minds

Plagued - with rising tides
Fresh memory of strife
Brace the wall!
While the deluge razes all
Purity is purged once & for all

Degradation, life-long dreams are crushed to tragedy
An aging shell of long lost goals and hopes since infancy
No more we'll see
And less we feel
Irrelevant trials of life, no consequences, travesty!

Elysium

Sightless, restless time's remainder
Frustrated, clouded days that pass
Escape - a legion's growing hunger (for the)
bleak signs of a pale reprieve

No Elysian scenery or the
Vine fruits of victories

The frail souls behind the veil
Their grey eyes - grip our fears
Dead souls beyond all needs
Hands grasp for their sins to shrive

Don’t let lie
Don’t let it lie

Decline

Flight from the season,
From the ghost of days long past
Portray the grave expressions
Of winter's shrine and silver grasp
a shining moment, a defining century
"Beware of the sharp edged weapon
called human being”

Arrive; a surreal existence
Arrayed as gilded cage
Our age of dogged persistence
Out of reach the golden age

A defining moment
our season of decline
...a declining moment

Fly;
from our pained existence
Unease at the pace of change
To a path of least resistance
Rearrange to reclaim our fate

A defining moment
our season of decline
...a declining moment

A defining moment
our season of decline
...a declining moment

Solace

Conform to my dreams, thoughts and memories
We move the same way, in a tide of distant haze

Rise and fall, long lost serenity,
Is the road that’s laid before us
Hidden so none can see, none can see.
None can see.

Cold Call

Pray, for a break in your pristine neck
Stay away, cold chill passing through my chest from the
Game, of hide and seek we play, unending
Pain, broken hours of sleep

Fallen restless cyclone, in the hours of sleep,
Awaken at the witching hours, from troubled dreams
Dark days in a fevered circle, all chasing tails
Cold call and a grim reflection of time today

Pray for your troubled dreams,
Cold call in your restless sleep,
I pray for your troubled dreams,
A cold call in your restless sleep.