Sword clad men at the end of the myst
Strange motifs on their shields and their robes
Foreign eyes of a day reminisced
When they thought low of xenophobes
As they walk their hand loses them
Their eyes close their thoughts back away
They wonder when does victory come
They know that silence leads the way

No one runs anymore
On the forsaken field
No order therefore
No more fate left to seal

Because it's easy
You can say anything
People will make it make sense for you
When you don't care
In any way
If there's any beauty to see
Before you die
You are lost and content
You don't have to care
About tragedy
Does it mean
you should have a choice ?

For all the thoughts
Lost in decency
Like hell we fought
To save our apathy
We lead the way
But won't show you back
You're there to stay
It's all on your back
The dreams, the sorrows
The anthems, the wings
Not much tomorrows
Way too many kings
We are alone
Without you along
Our skies are gone
And yours won't stay long

Walled in
High at the
Top of a
Peak
I can tell all around

Peaking
From a
million windows
I can see just fine

I put
My ear
Down to the
Cold floor
I can hear every sound

Alone
I wait for them
To show their face
'Cause I can't see mine

I am
Sorry
I have no idea
What I mean
To
Say
It's just
like the filter is broken
I don't know any ins and outs
Some sort
Of Fog of war
I can't
It's all around
All I hear
Is thoughts over your voice
All I see
Is something new
Of course
If I knew how to speak
I could tell you
insanely beautiful
Things
But I'm
Reduced
To
This

You might lose your sanity to intellect
But you can't lose your soul to love
From whom you might smile with delect
For what you place up and above

You might find you cannot pretend
To anywhere beyond a map
To anyone before yourself
Exist it does and time I spend
Everyone's wrapped up in this trap
Swinging along atop the great bookshelf

A window from another world
To open time, and times again
So you can see those words we hurled
Out of our eternal fear, in vain

I like the way our words align
Make sense of a natural law
We lose ourselves in the hotline
And each comes back with a new flaw

Any time you get lost in the cold inside
You could put new shivers on the blank
For each new arrow in your hyde
Let out a bit more of your flank

A patch on the costume of dawn
A medal on the chest of sin
Some toymaker and a new pawn
We're going all out in a spin