Dreamtale

Like the blind who envy those who see
Little children rebel against the creed
They believe there is nothing left to tell
But the truth is stronger than their shells
What the poets said is left unsaid
And lady beauty weeps on her death-bed
She was pierced by your trends and deception
Hugs Suffocated by your sterile preconception
It’s hard to find, even to forget
This great new veil lies overhead
It hovers like a sickening plague, like a plague
A Great Shadow
Deafening, sickening
Waiting for the reckoning
Beckoning, bickering
Searching for the Light
A Great Shadow
Deafening, sickening
Waiting for the reckoning
In their minds, searching for the Light(x2)