Metaepitome The game behind, the wise man said, is played.
Behind the curtain veil his eyes can't see
What his mind won't recievehis time is out The rain must fall to put out the firelike any dying man would agree forgiveness is a mighty power,.it finally occured to me how dark. IT can be in the shadows.
The war.
Cries are deafening darkness.
Death.
Lies and deceit.
Oh heavens rain on me. And he remembers: 1. A time before he was2. A part he had3. A scheme
But time it fades his memory --> it changes.
When tomorrow comes. The rain must fall
To put out the fire, like. "Any dying man would agree forgiveness is a mighty power!"-it finally occured to me. How dark? It can be in the shadows! The war cries are deafening, darkness, death, lies, and deciet.
Oh heavens rain on me. Lately he has been seen in his garden
Plucking the flowers
Desperately wasting his time with: -"How could I go back to yesteryear?"-"Now look. Please understand. it's not like actual time were talking here. It's just that. you know.those things you leave behind...
Have a tendency to sneak up on you
Mind you its not all bad, like, some of it is, well, positiveand that's what I'm going on about!" The world in his hands is twisted
To emphasize this twist of fate A projection of what he sees no longersufficed to hima remedy, a fix to feed your head. Like the doormouse said:-"Tomorrow rain must fall" He looks around with a passive frown
At the rusted stains of his holy crown
The distance is a million miles
His sight is weak, and he cannot see The greener fields and swaying trees
Or the tranquil meadows in between
He is coming to his senses now
The awakening is so surreal to me A co-existence of all things real and
All things unreal lying in between
So brace yourself the time has come
To climb the wall down, down, down.
Yeah to climb the wall
To see it falling down
To look in to the future
Yeah to climb the wall
To see it falling down
To look in to the future In the silence of the heart where no prying eye can seewait. there's something down there? and if there is, it is not of me, and thus cannot claim dominionbut it does, over me There's movement in the darkears ringing of fearthe bells sound a warning of news that came too latethe ground begins to shudderas the enemy awakes I am lust and fear and hate
I bring lies, unjustice and deaththe age of war is at hand so pick your side! run to the hills if you will, but know that you cant hide an enemy insidenot on your ownwith me by your side you might have a chancecome along for the ride-I promise a good one. so (I) began the fallso (I) began the falling downno looking to the future The way it turned out is never quite what it seemed to be a way out to war ride on a storm god knows the poor need.a new morning