Hope Breathes slow Inside of you Ache Seeps From your bones If you could only Hold on And not give up The rain Would stop And light would show Hold on Hold on To everything you never have loved Hold on Hold on To everything you never have lost You don't need the shelter If you can tread the rain You could feel whole And let go of the pain Hold on Hold on To everyone you never will miss Hold on Hold on To everyone who made you like this I let go, and it only got me so far Faith's not enough Hope will only take you so far Hope will only take you so far

You are the architect You are the architect Don't suffer yourself For the simple phrase Where crediting lines Are the proof that you lose. The blueprint you made Has now taken shape The formulas stolen And patterns moved And then we fight we fall Amidst it all We fight we fall and Miss it all And then fight we fall Amidst it all We fight we fall and Miss it all You are The Architect The energy spent Can't be replicated Visions in the sacred space Not yours to choose The static creates Threads, I'll make it meta, Channeling the lines and the angles To margins good. And then we fight we fall Amidst it all We fight we fall And miss it all And then we fight we fall Amidst it all We fight we fall And miss it all You are The Architect You are The Architect

We're always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion's heart. He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts. This bastard has but stolen the skin of sheep for selfish will. Temptation's in his whisper as he lightly hums what only kills. He is the prince of all filth, wearing the earth as a throne. He is the prince of all filth, crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns. And so the ancients hath sworn his name, Bidding the earth and printing the idol graves. He brings the end, a warning that will bring us in so we can all watch ourselves die. So listen to it rot. Why are the children bathing in his scales Chanting serpent names? Broken porcelain glides along the marble floors. Idol eyes will never turn back to their Lord. They dance in his coils and chant... And when this intention of death fails its end and makes life hell. Pray "Send us something to declare from this despair" The hour sounds for an end. Watch yourself and your turning belief simply fade and writhe. He says "Fall before me like stone." But the blindness finds me writing and inscribing, Carving legends into idol eyes. The dying sediments doth beg of God, "Belay my sin and cast this off." The dishonored sun is boiling my body, Pretending I'm dead. Worship in shame the worshipers of clay when the insipid fallacy is exposed. This command is from my master. There is but one and only one God. And they shall say a prayer. They'll say a prayer to belie the unspoken scent Of a nations mortified worship a thousand years in its dissent. Wake the ancients so we may breathe again to simply come to live again. Wake the truth from it's sleepless death. Wake from a thousand year sleep where the ignorant and blinded weep. Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. Desecrated, leave them dying to believe again to simply come to live again. Desecrated, they lie in ash. Desecrated, lie in ash as the idols turn to dust. Desecrated is the prayer that a stone can not indulge. Desecrated

Open your eyes! In spite of these creations a venom settles in the blood With fangs that will not rest til they've engulfed Everything, the sky and humans all alike. Dispersing vile scripture as abundant as the night. This poison takes but a single drop to thrive. The vipers waltz in time to slay the conscience back to blind. Slowly digesting and conspiring with mortal threads. This evil's woven firm its lies into our heads. A single cry will silence all but a single pierce will bring to fall Despite all odds we must confront What our deepest fears have presented us. You've got the truth before you and yet your eyes are shut. How can you speak when the serpent's got your tongue? This clarity can't be denied but before us stands the initial face of phases. Our fears will flee, our strength will hide. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. The serpent goes by many names and wears many a disguise. Open your eyes or let this poison slowly seep and consume you whole. Don't let the serpent catch your tongue and drown your soul. (Open your eyes) This blindness is an ailment Incurable by any means But tearing the seams from the eyes to bow down To the King of all mankind. Behold untainted sight. The truth is inscribed in the veins under the eyes. Release from the clutch of the serpentine to behold untainted sight. You've got the truth before you and yet your eyes are shut. How can you speak when the serpent's got your tongue? Open your eyes.

The Dance of the Puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march, The cracked brass bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king. On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke; I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.