The alchemy: Tears of despair
Let’s take a minute here for thought reflection,
Look into our minds, the holy depths of it.
Context is what we use to define ourselves, answers to everything that’s in our world.
Yet the inexplicable is what excites us. Ye each know the world is solid, bound by laws of nothingness. present as is present. yet if for a second we are shown a new dimension, told there is something beyond, we are thrown of guard.
Could it be. Aould it not be?and so evolved fate, faith and religion. nothing but context to another world, an order to the chaos around us, we thought it would set us free, bring direction, but like most human inventions, most of our devious plans.. all it brought was division it seems
What happened to karma, what happened to moksha
It all died, was crucified
What happened to thought, what happened to salvation?
It all died, was crucified
It burns in the blindness of our rage, hypnotic self elusive path to something great.
Possession, it is our biggest sin, can’t take another mans word on something I’ve brought within.
So we kill its own foundation, it was only meant to serve the purpose I have achieved
And burn their shrines of fuking wisdom, they serve no need in your emancipation
And so the rain will wash it down, all the pain will come around.x 2
And so the rain will wash it down, bleeding souls of what they brought.
And so the pain will come around.. Showing all what we’ve become.
History has a tendency of forgetting what it was never told, but our mind to question is true
Every order needs a leader; we were just to involved to make it us.
Look beyond their fortress of darkness, look beyond the blood, cries and screams.
There is a place better than this I promise, a world not defined by mortality
Herein lies the answer to your questions; herein lies the fortitude of dreams,
All our prophecies are words of his illusion. All the blood are actions of his screams
Come to life, take in this morbid illusion,
Come to life, take in this blood thirsty scream
Come to life take in this morbid illusion
Come to life, take in this blood thirsty scream
And so the rain will wash it down, all the pain will come around..x2
And so the rain will wash it down, bleeding souls of what they brought.
And so the pain will come around.. Showing all what we’ve become.
