An interlude to solace, a fortress we make of change.
Divisions shade the truth that you hold inside of you
Mind and soul show your secrets,
know that I hear them now.
Black holes and substance filled capsules keep the mind right
Static through dead telephone lines feed the starry night.
Broken lives terrorize the nature of the innocent
Complexity is hard to see through belligerence
Time will learn to heal the wounds you have succumbed to
Redemption is the son no wrong will do.
Father, I have seen no evil. All I've heard is of your ignorance.
Bliss is something I have never bought into
Frankly I'm quite sick of it.
Danger signs see past the blind, hope is no longer an option.
The smell of gunpowder infiltrates the war we have won
I've resided here since the day of the rising son.
The words he proclaims will stain blank pages:
"I am not your son
The war is done
I will not give in to fear.
"We have made mistakes
In the present wake
Why the hell am I still here?"
