The Great Sorrow

Third person perspective Reeling in all eyes again Waking up to rituals all the time Seeing lies shining from afar Blinding dividing Waking up to ritual suicide The flames that drain the skin Bring you closer to the end A new way of thinking Wreckless opposition In a way Babtised twice Once in water once in flames Seeing lies shining from afar Blinding dividing Waking up to ritual suicide The flames that drain the skin Bring you closer to the end All colour is the same For you Our thoughts are ill contained A Way to maintain sight By Blinding all that rise Resist the crowd Withstand the noise The Great Sorrow The Great Sorrow The flames that drain the skin Bring you closer to the end All colour is the same Our thoughts are ill contained