Musick for the massez.

Orchestral.



Lyrical

Simple little dreams of completion
From the cracking seams drips the loss
Simple cureless lives in remission
Fingers on the ground, cletch the cross

Slow decline bears impositions
For the flaws of flesh to endure
Severed from the strain of volition
Let the human touch be impure

Falling on the knees soon to fetter
Failing hopes and lost ever since
In a shattered hand rests the scepter
Dead amongst the dying's the prince

Follow up the days to departure
No more days but twilights instead
And the causeless world stands enraptured
By those between the living and dead

Once upon a time we stopped living
And the pain has gone ever since
Those of you not bent on still grieving
Bow your splintered necks to the prince