Severance, The birds of leaving call to
Yet here we stand endowed with the fear
The winds of change consume the land,
While we remain in the shadows of summers
When all the leaves are fallen and turned
Will we remain entrenched within our
Indifference, The plague that moves
throughout this land.
In the shape of things to come.
Kingdom Of The Blind The One-Eyed Are
If it were within our power,
Beyond the reach of slavish pride.
To no longer harbour grievances,
Behind the mask's opportunists facade.
We could welcome the responsibility
Like a long lost friend, And re-establish
the kingdom of laughter
In the doll's house once again.
For time has imprisoned us
In the order of our years,
In the discipline of our ways
And in the passing of momentary stillness
We can view our chaos in motion
And the subsequent collisions of fools
Well versed in the subtle art of slavery.
With one wish we wake the will within
With one will we wish the wisdom within
Woken, wishing, willing.
John Francis Dooley wipe the sleep from
And embrace the light.
You have slept now for thousand years
Beneath starlet nights.
And now it's time for you to renounce the
And see a new dawn rise.
In former days the masks were raised
When the god came down from off of the
And a sacrifice was made
For they knew the day of wrath was fast
Just like yesterday, before the war.
John Francis Dooley the scapegoat has
All our sins are disowned.
And now it's time for you to take off thy
And cross the Rubicon.