Eschaton

A closed mind is like a clenched fist

Lend your hand, feel the pull of more than man

Born free, then we were forced to believe

All the fallacies passed as certainties

Find a corner, pick at the sticking once more

Culture glues to the minds of man

So we have been searching for the answers in plain site all along

Tell me does this spark fury?

Plead, you are the god you seek

Your sanity will bleed like the lines of control your're dying to let go

Reveal the pain that you've tucked away in the gloom and grey

Somewhere inside these words lies the cure to this growing pain

We must find a way

I once spoke with you my friend without speaking a single word

If I cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found

(If I cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found)

Our lives are a blank page

And with each stroke of the pen lies the secrets to the universe

And every word already written is just filler

And every word yet to write is not part of the story

We are born and soon we die, we are more alike then than we are unalike

We must return to the beginning if we are to be anything worth living

Find the way

Every second growing stronger

Propulsion towards something growing inside

This is an ancient rhythm you lost within misconception

The child of divination cries to be heard now

Oh, I beckon your fall

You are not coming back

Read the words between the lines

Rediscover the truth that you've known the whole time