The Gift, The Curse, and The Fate

Lyrics

[Verse] Peace be upon you, don't let peace be a pawn used A black rose that only grows to produce thrones made of thorns For false kings void of roots, family trees branchin' out to low-hangin' poisonous fruit Mirages of olive branches that never extend to truth Linin' the Orwellian orchard of forgotten souls And martyred youth, generations of teardrops waterin' trees that once grew Blood runnin' like scarlet rivers, floodin' and seepin' through the crust Deeper and deeper, reachin' the core and burnin', turnin' into the holiest dust Vessel tattered, but the spirit untouched Metal birds will eventually rust, sunbirds die willingly at the hands of the unjust Just to become firebirds soarin' once more above us Reduced to rubble and labeled dirt, prayin' under birds of prey Sees waitin' for roots to take in the decayin' flesh of unsculpted clay Proverbial veins wrappin' around fractured shoulder blades Willin' to carry the weight of the gift, the curse, and the fate