Truth of the past
Don’t wither on the vine
I’ll light the sign
and even draw the map blind
At analogy’s end I’ll let the others know
Strong is the one who alters the unknown
The present is haunting me
Don’t ever leave
Will you ever believe me?
Light in dark
Don’t blind me into fear
I’ll sing your praises
With the silence you’ve assigned me
And at omega point I’ll repent every lie
If you will keep the promise to grant me my soul in death
With futures passing me
Don’t ever leave
Will you ever believe me?
Made in the image of
Kneeling at the scene
Where the blood was drawn
Made in the image of
Drifting in the middle of an ocean
And when the whole drops dead
I’ll mark the word that mislead
An agent running headlong into the dissolve
Malignant meaning
Fault me not
And when stone’s been thrown
I’ll stand until it is known
Wisdom traverses every rational Benchmark
Malignant meaning
Fault me not
I’m your only hope
Made in the image of
Kneeling at the scene
Where the blood was drawn
Made in the image of
Drifting in the middle of an ocean
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