Hidden - Crematorium

I see man is plagued with a moral disease of life

Can’t you see that your blind inside

Fortunate to give your life

I seek life within a buried soul

Drying the blood of your soul

Broken down and loosing all control

Like child

This word is born again

Into a rusted sea of salt and spoils

A broken dream laid to rest in crude blood

Like broken arms of the clocks of existence

Pointing us beyond a southern cross

Past the times of preconcieved nurturings

Give yourself unto yourself

You are the god of your own individual plane

Of existence

I see man is plagued with morals loosing life

Can’t you see that your blind inside

Limit youself and making yourself so blind

This is what you call loosing all control

The dyes of seperated self ties me to loose my soul

You are the god

And all that matters in your world

A world of bones brittled and battered

Smashed into a powder that clouds this vision

A vision of a perfect world

And that one place

The place in which we shall call home

The home at rest with the collection of thought

A place to rest with no memory

Blackened and peacefully cold with ones self

We live

To Die

With no answers

The truth must go on

So we

Can see

The lies hidden behind the words

In our lives you know there’s so much pain

So why do you live at all

Some sort of sadistic

In this life you know there’s so much hell

So why do we live at all

Some sort of sadistic

Game

We live

To die

With the truth

This lifes answers must go on

So we

Can see

Lies hidden behind the words

This life shall pay

Like the broken clocks hand

Of dawn

So we

Can see