Lyrics

The effects of theology and perversity Sweep through a hallway Each door with this enclosure The intensity of a lamp reveals Beauty is futile But not through heavenly gazing eyes Washed in tears Humble and assert With keen precise stats Wounds are not fatal Indicating We have fond play Tormenting only the soul Some the absurd But a fool is a fool And why did you seek him out? It goes without saying It goes without feeling As a household clings to the ankles Of the one who commands the air And appears not to breathe Perceiving vanity Self inflicted To be a lone desperate quest I stand up Naked as baken Only to become the earthiator Let simplicity be the revival Then I will tell you: I feel Your loneliness (As you grip toward... promise change)