Holy Fallout - Cynic

A star at dawn

A bubble in a stream

A flash of lightning in

A summer cloud

A flickering lamp

A phantom and a dream

Aspirations

Chained to grindstones at your feet

Contradictions

Behold what you’re afraid to see

Dear world

I can’t offer an explanation

There’s no one here but love

No conflict

No mind tricks

Mother Earth guide my ship

Comfort me

Despite me

Oh mercy, radiate your grace on me

Out of the ground

Where I hide my tangled head

To the North Star

And the alchemy is met

Dear world

I can’t offer a reservation

There’s no one here but love

Laugh and spit

Into the air

Laugh and spit

There could be

There should be

There will be holy fallout

No conflicts

No mind tricks

Comfort me

Remind me