Whittler Of Fortune - Intronaut

A situation that’s easily corrected

But rarely thought of in advance

All the technology ever dreamt of

But here there is no light

Hands up, here’s the guns

Where there is manslaughter

There are also friends gather in the murk

Sparse light has no appeal

The overbearing darkness

Would seem appropriate

But does not our filth hide

Faceless unimaginable keeper

Red notes upon the doors

An enigmatic whittler of fortune

Exhausted by our prayersA situation that’s easily corrected

But rarely thought of in advance

All the technology ever dreamt of

But here there is no light

Hands up, here’s the guns

Where there is manslaughter

There are also friends gather in the murk

Sparse light has no appeal

The overbearing darkness

Would seem appropriate

But does not our filth hide

Faceless unimaginable keeper

Red notes upon the doors

An enigmatic whittler of fortune

Exhausted by our prayers