Will we fall from grace, if we dare to question, their vision of celestial heaven? Clinging to a veil, the last shroud between Reality and all that remains unseen I possess a haunted mind Twisting and twisted by, new direction Lost within, and lost without introspection
In whispers lie the ghost’s reflection
We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, dying
If I relinquish control, will I be led by a restless spirit, into the final bleak unknown? A penetrating presence, that haunts my sleep Warns of the secrets that I keep What I bury to escape Will wait to rise and become free And once I turn away… follow me
I asked of the beyond, where my destiny lies Looked into crystal waters, and listened to silent tides Searched for the profound, but the only answer that I found…