A fued between parallel polarities Inner connections, of unwavering complexity Veiled by the naked, winds of sincerity I can change faces swifter than a Pharisee.
Hate, cannot be measured by scopes The devil himself was failing to cope, With the loss of his honor and the loss of his hope God placed his neck into the hang man's rope.
A covenant that he broke, fought hard and he choked Existence was a hoax, he traded virtue for jokes And in the sanctum that withers, hides at night and then slithers The black holes draw hither, when bliss becomes shivers.
I'll place my fate, into the hands of the Seraphim His breath stops and still I can't carry him Eyes that bear the sorrow of a paladin, Repressed thoughts return and they devour him.
It's all another means of control Man's wickedness, has long since taken its toll We observe the illusion as our essence grows cold Loss of passion is the loss of one's soul.
Between being and nothing, I cannot distinguish Innovative thoughts, rise up and diminish The pride resolves, until at last we are finished We cannot reconcile with loss of innocence.
Minds trapped in pathological discourses Ideology imposed by the ruling forces, Too blind to seek truth at the heart of the sources Dissent is drowned out in a fusion of voices.
They say death is the cousin of sleep Perhaps that's preferable to these lives that we keep We draw blood for the profits we reap I see all around me red, white, and blue sheep.