Silent explosions
A waking trance
An audience with god is all that I might ask
This world is a carcass
In my quaking hands
I have been the stranger in a more strange land
All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife
The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed
Your subtle strength
Three debts to all be paid
Head bowed, whispered secrets in a voice like rain
All change when sight is regained
Look for an exit
Or brief reprieve
Something wicked this way comes with our holy disease
Your fanatic beliefs
All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife
The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed
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Silent explosions
A waking trance
An audience with god is all that I might ask
This world is a carcass
In my quaking hands
I have been the stranger in a more strange land
All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife
The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed
Your subtle strength
Three debts to all be paid
Head bowed, whispered secrets in a voice like rain
All change when sight is regained
Look for an exit
Or brief reprieve
Something wicked this way comes with our holy disease
Your fanatic beliefs
All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife
The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed
A waking trance
An audience with god is all that I might ask
This world is a carcass
In my quaking hands
I have been the stranger in a more strange land
All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife
The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed
Your subtle strength
Three debts to all be paid
Head bowed, whispered secrets in a voice like rain
All change when sight is regained
Look for an exit
Or brief reprieve
Something wicked this way comes with our holy disease
Your fanatic beliefs
All our mundane joys
Once small and bright
Our time has come to worry
On the silence or the knife
The harm we always do
To cut the gloom
As the godflame is consumed
Writer: Shane Driscoll
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