By the River - Vision Of Disorder

Feel some pressure

An undistinguished knot of waste

Rising in your chest

The man laid open, a soul to test

Is this your last breath?

Cry, we have come too far…

Lonely sunrise, climbing into the sky

Only to sleep…

We walk alone

Alone exposed to just blood and bone

Scouring graveyards

An empty Ritual for the hordes

In search of ourselves

Like complicated insects will

We discover strangers

When all drops silent

A grave where no light gets in

The world resents it

When all is placid

A tranquil place in time

Our Earth shattered

We ain’t getting by…

Dusted twilight, spilling into moonlight

All our lives we’re waiting to die

Open up your eyes

The sleeping eyes of time passed by

Never to realize

What might have been sin or doubt

Coming from the riverside

The side that’s dried and petrified

Are screams of MERCY…

Why mercy’s expected is beyond the point of points

Of points…

Of points…

IN FEAR OF THE RIVER

We trample under a billion stars

And vines that wind over the houses

And past the trees

Smothering everything…