Wastefall Strife For Definition
My One hand nailed to the cross
My other nailed to the sky
And in the dead space in between
I'll force the suns to bleed
I exist in symbols
Carved under my eyes
Shedding mysteries and riddles
Which disguise and then define
And the poison will drop like water
And the children will be fed
The journey roams inside my heart
Pushing the fever, building the pressure
Before I lay down, let me wonder
If there's a sky under my feet
My head's touching the solid ground
Circling worms become my crown
Follow me if you must
Betray me and gain my trust
I'm of this exiled race
The one that left no trace
Our gods will always be
The things that we crave to feel
The truth lies so far from here
Inside an honest tear…
