| [02:13.29] |
Like fingers they claw at the sky, |
| [02:22.86] |
pylons of a pompous foray. |
| [02:23.61] |
Sentinels to look down upon with vacant eyes. |
| [02:32.73] |
We kindle our willing to strive, |
| [02:33.48] |
to remain separate. |
| [02:33.87] |
A farewell to the spoils of fate, |
| [02:57.51] |
in shallow graves. |
| [03:01.77] |
We dig a hole deep in the earth, |
| [03:15.12] |
dig it deep to hide all our guilt. |
| [03:17.01] |
A trio of sarcophagi - triadic deceit. |
| [03:34.32] |
the quagmire could swallow whole, |
| [03:34.95] |
the black well of our malady, |
| [03:51.72] |
we grasp tight of offered hands, |
| [03:52.35] |
to stem the flow of defeat. |
| [04:01.89] |
We pick the bones cleans of their worth, |
| [04:02.64]whisper [sweet] |
nothings into empty warrens, |
| [04:04.11] |
mock prayers to revel within, |
| [04:08.28] |
who has seen better days? |
| [04:08.79] |
Zealots practice silent vigils, |
| [04:12.36] |
we turn out attention upon their axis, |
| [04:13.89] |
imitations inured with former glory, |
| [04:19.59] |
we ignore their remorse. |
