For Your Glory, Great Deceiver - Enochian Theory

To say we lied now just beggars belief,

Stroke the horns till we get our relief,

(Oh, how we laughed…)

No let up, the season, Questionable reasons,

Winters coil wrapped tightly around your neck.

(Oh, how we cried…)

Pity pity little boy…"pretty shitty" you’d reply…

Vapid and hollow, Drown in your sorrow,

Credence… Failure

Just forgotten, you and I…"No empathy here", states a mind…

Caustic and so low…(Here)

Hollow, Below, No…(There)

Of darker realms, that wage… war…while…you…sleep

For you… Glorious, Deceiver…

The life that you made…

For you… exquisite redeemer…

The choices you make…

Embrace the ghost,

Entrust no one with your heart…

Can’t take it anymore, this sense of loss and yet still in my hands…

And, I feel like more…

A brazen lie… Best kept… To yourself…

But you know… You were…

Losing out from the start… yet so far away…

Yet you know me…

It’s killing this…

We’re running from ourselves…

Gifted with…

A hurting…

Dark, it owned me,

How I’m sorry…

Do you know me?

How I’m sorry…