The Curtain Pulls Back - Wayfarer

I've learned that lashes steer the ship That there's a purpose for the whip I ingratiate my demons, they tell you that I don't lose my clip I know a man who lives to toil He only exists to work the soil I emasculate his reason to keep them loyal You, are you broken, losing focus? Friedrich Nietzsche on a bender So unstable, waiting for something to save I can't give back all of the light I stole (the light you stole) Pretend I never cared at all I was made to loathe I'm telling you that all I know is hate And it ate all my faith How I wish I was stronger in the end When you see me again, can I show you my pain? (Show you my pain) Because we all, we all get lost Bring me the scalps of every king So that the Matriarch will sing Televise the final rapture Until they decide to pull the strings I know a God who'd like to meet you Infinite hell that will defeat you And if you make yourself my enemy Well, I see your point of view Tell me what you know I need to heal you completely Who are you now? Ooh Stop, inward motion, seek a vision Imitate Nebuchadnezzar Bleed your passion or get the fuck out of the way I played my part, all of the lines I wrote (the lines you wrote) But I can't force you to believe I was made to lead (fractured men from depravity) I'm telling you that all I know is hate (I know is hate) And it ate all my faith I wish I was stronger in the end When you see me again (see me again) Can I show you my pain? (Show you my pain) Because we all, we all get lost We all get lost Who are you now?

Decadent, nearly divine Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight In the mezzanine above, they applaud Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun Murder in cold blood, as art in motion Masquerade! They rise and they fall A pirouette, in the cadence of song One mask falls down, another appears It's not what they see (Not what they see) It is what they believe (What they believe) It is there, at the crux of their judgement Fantasy becomes the desire The tragic poem ends as it begun And the men in the masks in death will live on Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed Please take my hand, and step into the night The great Dionysian facade Is held upon our backs The callous belief in blood elegant Perpetuating from fathers to sons Spiraling down Spiraling down Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream

A break in the sky, The horizon bled above - the dream was real, the storm gathered. The night rode on hellbound hooves, with vengeance in the saddle. A cracked whip, a grinding maw; A starved-eye stare and the weight of storms. No tomorrow! Only the trail - horseback, galloping to the pulse of the world. The thunder, the storms. A vengeance for the world's blood. A tower of flesh and bone - only blood for blood will sate the storm. At night they came, and brought with them thunder. A warcry for what was lost. At night they rode against oblivion, for a time that all forgot.

Dusk, a primal vibrant red; violent. Clouds, seeping color - the crows cry out war. The plains, they tremble - anxious, the night brings blood. The cold bitter night, awaiting flame and fury. Swift like the night, the riders descend. The braves circle around; torches to the night, arrows to the dawn. The smoke marks an early grave, it rises with the sun.

Rivers in the sky, a drifting cosmic quiet. Dry fields infertile, dying grass on bitter bone. A bastard, fostered patch of earth - the Night in calm resignation as smoke meets the sky. Dreaming in waves, bleeding hallucinations. My veins extend, my blood is in the stars. The plains have not forgotten - the bitter winds forever tell. It rises red at dawn, and falls cold with the night. Carried through clouds, the great expanse. Displaced, my eyes need not see. Sky is all, separating. Land is lost, only away.