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A struggle began
With the tug of a wire
There wasn't a plan
Just a will to conspire
A spine was revealed
But it was crippled by time
its definition concealed
By the weight of the crime

The waters were churning
While the fields
Were being bought and sold
God was on the market
Everybody called their god gold

But black was the way
Of the apocalyptic force
That cause and gave Towards
A mans internal divorce
The archaic man cried
From the bottom of his grave
Because his prevalence self
Had stolen his face and his name

Revelation had begun
with the undermining of the skies
A song could not be sung
Under the shadow of a lie
The separation of the dark
From his former lover light
Ignited a powerful spark
And incited a violent riot
The fields were smoking
But the people just didn't care
While the fired were smoked
No one noticed the smoke in the air

And the fires were burning
with the rage of my lungs
From some incessant yearning
For the song to be sung
But while the verses were scattered
The melody was undone
By the fire that had burned
My face from the sun

A caravan for a casket
Held a dead apology
That was covered by a mask
That was disguising sympathy
A sonsul tant to a craftsman
Nursed a suffocating dream
That was drowning in a wave
Of circumstantial gleam
A prelude to an action
Was the forward of a thought
Lying in a deathbed
That common man forgot

A sound has come forth
From the ghost of desire
I've heard the sound before
From the dream of a liar
A prelude to a position
In a moment in time
Has aligned with the source
Of the original crime

The fields were burning
But the people just sat and stared
By the glow of the fire
They all cried
Because they were not prepared

Now the was has crested
And it's beginning to break
with the intentions to rectify
All their former mistakes
And if the force of the wave
Ever reaches the shore
Then the power of the wave
Will be far to hard to ignore
A struggle began   With the tug of a wire   There wasn't a plan   Just a will to conspire   A spine was revealed   But it was crippled by time   its definition concealed   By the weight of the crime      The waters were churning   While the fields   Were being bought and sold   God was on the market   Everybody called their god gold      But black was the way   Of the apocalyptic force   That cause and gave Towards   A mans internal divorce   The archaic man cried   From the bottom of his grave   Because his prevalence self   Had stolen his face and his name       Revelation had begun   with the undermining of the skies   A song could not be sung   Under the shadow of a lie   The separation of the dark   From his former lover light   Ignited a powerful spark   And incited a violent riot   The fields were smoking   But the people just didn't care   While the fired were smoked   No one noticed the smoke in the air      And the fires were burning   with the rage of my lungs   From some incessant yearning   For the song to be sung   But while the verses were scattered   The melody was undone   By the fire that had burned   My face from the sun      A caravan for a casket   Held a dead apology   That was covered by a mask   That was disguising sympathy   A sonsul tant to a craftsman   Nursed a suffocating dream   That was drowning in a wave   Of circumstantial gleam   A prelude to an action   Was the forward of a thought   Lying in a deathbed   That common man forgot      A sound has come forth   From the ghost of desire   I've heard the sound before   From the dream of a liar   A prelude to a position   In a moment in time   Has aligned with the source   Of the original crime      The fields were burning   But the people just sat and stared   By the glow of the fire   They all cried   Because they were not prepared      Now the was has crested   And it's beginning to break   with the intentions to rectify   All their former mistakes   And if the force of the wave   Ever reaches the shore   Then the power of the wave   Will be far to hard to ignore