Revelation Mine

Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition

Come, my patient one, talk with me in sedition

This is not a dream

This is not at all what it seems to be

After all is spoken, after all believe

After all is written in my eyes for those to see

After all is broken, after all the lines are crossed

And all the scars have opened

Inside my possessions are all my obsessions, alive

This is not my crime… This is my confession

The sound of my silence was lost in

The violence of time… Revelation mine

I’m wandering in madness, I’m pondering the time

I’m trapped inside my own mind, I’m haunted by design

I live to light the future and not define the past

I want to find the answers and I hope to find

The man behind the mask

The prophet, the dreamer, the hero, the healer and I

All of us in line… The priest and the preacher, the tyrant

The teacher and I… Revelation mine… I’m praying for a sign

Revelation mine

Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition

Come, my faithful one, talk with me in sedition

Jesus is my superstition

Now his name is nailed into the poet’s eyes

Solemnly he stands alone to claim the prophet’s time

It’s all beyond divine… Revelation mine

It’s all beyond the violence of the mind

When the mind and the madness takes us

When the heart and the sadness breaks us

When illusion claims us, shapes us, makes us see

When I close my eyes, it’s murder, when I open time

It slips away from me in paralyzed persona and delusion

In the course of our destruction, at the source of our despair

In the darkness, seeking darkness, reaching towards the pain

I’m standing there