I woke the other day to that feeling of a fall
The one that leaves you glad to be alive
Complicating symptoms of a night of harsh withdrawals
And the reasoning that seeks to keep at bay
I can recall the faintest memories and those vivid dreams
And here we’re standing at the gates and is it as it seems?
Standing here in space and time I can’t decline
To satisfy my own design
The stories turn as pages burn into the night
We’ll glorify us once again
And we’ll write them away
Far from retribution
Suffering delusion
Shatter the frame of the things you know
The truth will come to be
Splitting heirs of conflict
No consideration
Drawing the lines between body and soul
Skimming through the pages yet to meet their maker
Exposing colors of a man
(The pages burn into the night)
Will glorify us once again
To radiate their minds with life once more
Whoever holds the cards are excused from digging their own graves
The price some men must pay and the consequence of the cyclic game
Dead are the ones who proclaim to stand at the gates
Mercy oh mercy thy will be undone
Dead are the ones who proclaim to stand at the gates
Mercy oh mercy no their fate they can’t outrun
The pages turn, the fear remains
The pages burn into the night
Soliciting what hope remains
Our dignity, we must sustain
Reality now fading into a dream,
I’m thinking now of a much better scene
You held the power, I longed for the key,
you saw a weakness you must rid of me
Standing now here at the end of my time
I’m surely on the wrong end of this line
But for what it’s worth
It’s been a hell of a ride