Paralyzed

Close my eyes, the embrace of oppression draws near, the depression my one true fear

Deprived divinity, the absence of our frailty built up by lords of sand hindering our unity

Options present, a valued view of cruelty, punishment for all of us, through messages of lunacy

Not being able to leave the state

Subliminal intentions to forever be haunting my mind

Dread and demise, hints of drifting away bеfore my eyes

Forcеd to rot in a grave made of skin and bone

Honest preacher, divisible oh hear our divide, we found our answers through avoiding you and foolish demise

A depth of vision, a question without answer or prize

I'm losing my mind every single time I close my eyes

Kingdoms of ash, torn between the schism of a mental defracture

Should I stay, or should I watch my demise

Actions interest the few who watch with sinful pride

Hysterical solutions pester me when I meet dawn’s warm embrace

Closing in on my own fiendish belief

Frozen in a state of panic

Devoured by an ambitious delusion

Devour my wish to be alone

Oh dear woman in my sleep, release me from the visions I fear

This desire to fall deep

Drown when I'm alone

Elapsed by time and the thoughts of being home

Collapsed by the benign feeling

Pressured by the weight falling from my shoulders to my chest

As a chapel marks us all, we allow our minds to take a fall

Consumed by righteous light, ominous with doubt

Regrettable decisions filling our mouths as we speak with delusions

Our fiendish morality beckons us to derail our choices to greedy desires

Fueled into motionless towers

Leaning into the graves of our fathers

Looking into ourselves to find nothing but worthless answers

Wondering if the landscape made by our hands can be worth all this disaster