The Sleeping Throne

A shadow of control that penetrates so deeply secretly

No glimmer of life in your sullen eyes unchanging condemning

Fixated upon the falling wish naively thrown skyward

A crown upon the head that's resting infinitely

Created the birth fear death and disease

Philosophize the truth away and then in kind this fear can still exist

Sleeping under control of the new abomination

The pawns all placed in seclusion motionless stalemated

A valiant effort your failure resigned to stagnation

Opposition-less thoughts over thrown

A king has fallen shame takes it's form

All the while curses return ten fold

The king left broken crown left in servitude serenity will not be found

Philosophize the truth away and then in kind this fear can still exist

Sleeping under control of the new abomination

Shame takes form

All eyes turn away in horror

I can see it still

Patience patience the sleeping throne will awake

Patience or suffer this alone it's your funeral

All the reverence unwanted still born

A crown upon the head that's resting infinitely

Created the birth fear death and disease

Serenity will not be found

The new abomination that plants the seed of atrocity

Every eye will bow under this quickening