The Unravelling Lyrics

Slaves to the wage of redemption

Given the chance to destroy

Deployed in a course of collision

Colluding themselves to a fault

Gullible flock of the mindless

Barking their litany in form

Spineless pawns of libation

Yielding goblets of their own blood

"I am but a mirror

Of chaos and all it begets

I am the serpent; hellbent

On weaning you out of your clot"

The invisible dust of hatred

The ink that writes the plot

Encoding the seeds of disaster

Sowed in crops of naught

The unravelling dark perpetual

Where moral principles die

Untamed by existence

Where a miracle is to abide

To unravel is not to lose control

But to reclaim the steers of destiny

To refuse bearing the load

Of sacro sanctitude

To bridge the gap between

Delirium and lucidity

To unravel is to embody contempt

For an absent deity

To withdraw, to unchain

To blissfully scorn

Shrouded in bleakness

With bedlam as stitching

The moon is contained

In this solemn excision

The hatred, the pain

Restless oblivion

Inertia comes creeping

The all consuming comfort

Wreaks havoc upon the heart

Hollow spot in spirit and mind

Through which the needles seam

Unwavering threads conjoin the divide

Reality patches of dream

You can still hear them saying

To never break the chain

But you dared to look up

Inundation of shadows

That seep through the veil to raze

The remains of shame

At the stars you gazed

Counter-flowing the stream of illations

You used to graze

And regurgitate

The end of a talk that has never existed

The end of a talk that has never existed