Metatron

What can be expected

forced time and rejected

Submission follows the fall

Damage makes you wary sometimes

and other times there's a dive

straight to your heart

Mission

terminates with precious submission

The mission follows the fall

Damage makes you wary sometimes

and other times there's a dive

straight to your heart

What's it like there where you are soulless?

And this is for your human race

and this is for your god

Urgency, futility

derivative fatality

There is hope and there is vision

guilty conscience, coexistence

Walking towards a final solution

trailing streams of doubt and motion

Lost within a damaged system

waiting for my absolution

And this is for your human race

and this is for your god

Urgency, futility

derivative fatality

She walks on water, she moves through the land

with a prescence of mind and i'm frightened

Blood in her dreams, terms meeting like mine

she opens up the red door

Driving through the night but my mind's with you

and i'm still keeping on

but there's nothing any longer

I'm waiting for the moment

when the answers fall likes ashes

I'm waiting for a time when I can live again

Let's open up pure and sacrosanct

and attribute all the lies to a timeworn cycle

Take a walk down the corridors of severance

deliverance is a dream now

Disposable misery, violent hypocrisy

I cannot look into the face of decay

without seeing in my eyes

all my own lies living time

and looking to the skies for a sign

Degenerate cry down upon

this girl in a red dress scattershot, shellshocked

Demonstrative cost in humility that forces me

to think and act a gentle word can only bring devotion

to a seminary downtime

lost within extolling all the virtues of commitment

the consequence of lies

You told me standing in the third house

bleeding on the white walls

watching all I know fade away