I opened my eyes and I saw everything   The blueprints of the greater design   The curse of knowing   And being set to witness is mine      All my words they burn with revelations   Jagged sulphur dissolving the unknown   But they fall all upon deafened ears   Smothered on London’s cold cobblestones      The deadweight of my knowledge   Deprives me from sanity   Twist my words to mirrorspeech   For I fail to make them see      No choice is left to those   Burdened with the darkest of secrets   Thus from the pulpit I   Scream to the pavement’s soul of stone.      I will be the last shackle   In this EVER-ARCHI-TECH-TURE   For it is too much to bare, to hold   The chainreaction is terminated      Yet so many revelations    of one clear image to see   they all paint one scene:   “A world covered in graves”      “I am set to witness”      No choice is left to those   Burdened with the darkest of secrets   Thus from the pulpit I   Scream to the cellwalls’s cushioned souls of stone