[Verse 1]
Here in Munich at St. Paul
Three sin bells bellow fear's call
Unstable like babel, overlooked by God
Razed in his name, a frightening rod
And yet, I'm awed
[Verse 2]
An aged likeness, an ego vane
These nicely vice gripping men of fame, a
Slight abomination, but, well, more a culmination of the
Quiet desperations, of their hilted, gilded souls
[Verse 3]
Our true altars are lovers eyes
Have we faltеred at feeling why
Stealing back our birthright, noble sight of God
Kneel, ignoblе thieves of the frightening rod
Who
[else?]
owns the sky?
[Verse 4]
Structure--a tincture ill distilled by time
Equal parts nostalgia, mass neuralgia, and blindness
A coining for anointing, by a compromised adjoining
A warning to the mourning, that their fire requires adorning
[Pre-Chorus]
The perjury of all is complete and fallen
Here in the house of stolen callings...
[Chorus]
Truth is a hologram
As mercury in our hands
A parable, arable land
That cannot be sown
Living my own time
Reclaiming this soul of mine
Embattling babylon
In maddening anachron
Truth is a hologram
As mercury in our hands
A parable, arable land
That cannot be sown
Living my own time
Reclaiming this soul of mine
Embattling babylon
In maddening anachron
[Verse 5]
I am nothing to St. Paul
By an unholy roll call--
A rife abomination, evil whores, a culmination, of the
Viral infestation of their welded, shielded souls
Fear...is not love
[Verse 6]
And so the master work of man, has been the
Slow demise of this disaster plan
I repeat myself because it bears repeating:
All real vision lies in nature's reading
...(so) the master work of man, has been the
Slow demise of this disaster plan
I repeat myself because it bears repeating:
All real vision lies in nature's reading
["We don't understand"? x15]
[Pre-Chorus]
God's vain vision lies before us, fallen
Here in the house of stolen callings...
[Chorus]
Truth is a hologram
As mercury in our hands
A parable, arable land
That cannot be sown
Living my own time
Reclaiming this soul of mine
Embattling babylon
In maddening anachron
Truth is a hologram
As mercury in our hands
A parable, arable land
That cannot be sown
Living my own time
Reclaiming this soul of mine
Embattling babylon
In maddening anachron
[Reprise]
Clarity's heresy
In chiseling charity
This is the crux we bear
Our Eden is everywhere
Living my own time
Reclaiming this soul of mine
Embattling babylon
In maddening Anachron