Wrath Painless
Secluded by thoughts almost never revealed
He lives in his mind and laughs at the world
Anesthesia benumbs his soul and lifts the curse that's
taken its toll
His world has froze he's forgotten the past
His mind's been blank he's retired and left
A life of helping the young to live and the old to die
and the blessed to give
But he knows, and the one thing that he controls is his
state of mind
And that's where he's got us all fooled
We think he's insane but he's actually not
He's living his past inside of his thoughts
His thoughts are they real or are they part of his plan
To escape from a time which he'd rather forget
He's chosen isolation away from creation
It's his peace that matters to him and nothing else
Time, Time means nothing it's so fribble
And to dwell on the subject is so unreal
Cause of Death, Classified!
One for depression
Two for the lack of thought
Four thousand questions stare you down
Once a life of trust now a broken man
Your concoction of life lives inside your nerves
Handing out answers to those in pain
Seeking relief from this hell
Curious people ask "Who's this saintly man"
But he's just an object that has lost his mind
