form a dramatic pause
a stranglehold is clenched
less of nothing now gone
dream a lesser cause

No growth in the eye of the storm
see clouds before our eyes
obliterate our begotten means
dust clouds settle in the sky
turmoil of a forsaken dawn
to wither the storm

see our green turn gray
as means just fade away
the circle now is broken
abolish what was cleansed

No growth in the eye of the storm
see clouds before our eyes
obliterate our begotten means
dust clouds settle in the sky
turmoil of a forsaken dawn
to wither the storm

tumble our mighty frost
giving all that we treasure
tell our tale of deceit
and lacerate what we pleasure

confiscating memories i grasp
beyond the frozen years of denial
seeing through the foretelling eye
to sanctify what is not real
blinded by false illusions
subjects my self to fear
enduring the painful thoughts
lasting throughout the years

immolates-of a dying mind
lobotomized-throughout time

scorned and outcast by
a false society with no compassion
unable to see the truth
deceit malicious persecution
no willingness to think around
barriers of thought preservation
twisted and bent to satisfy
a no-winning situation

immolates-of a dying mind
lobotomized-throughout time

scorned and outcast by
a false society with no compassion
unable to see the truth
deceit malicious persecution
no willingness to think around
barriers of thought preservation
twisted and bent to satisfy
a no-winning situation

through the cold and the lies
lost in my darkened paradise