• Act One: Fester

    You awake once more
    This life, this embrace of dust
    Immortal emerald dream
    Shaped by the millions
    Where sunflower children bloom

    Nothing is wrong
    Your instincts prey
    Striking beneath these ruins
    Because the temple has been destroyed
    And a hopeless endless scathe appeared

    Receiving their donation
    The hero's murder, the hero crafted
    Wearing red silk cloth of valor and wisdom
    The symbolization is lost
    With audience a cheer

    Act Two: Fist

    Garden of Eden hath cried once before
    Fret upon it's slender body
    That it may behold her children
    Beyond the bosom, featuring a grand scheme
    Rallying tools of magnificent flame

    Curiously scratching her womb for release
    Mind lingering a flavor never savored by umbilical restraints.
    She felt the fire, the blade, and the sever
    Ripping beneath, escaping soft walls
    Crimson promised to take the traveler children

    Her eyes must have dimmed
    Sacrificing tears doth mix with s**t and red
    Expressions of good-bye and why
    Met with heads turned back, ignoring this sigh and plea
    Taken away by the rhythm of a new sun

    Act Three: Eerie

    Kingdom of no one
    Here a fruit bearing tree, there the ivy cling
    With a broken glass, no whisper but that
    This mote critical, pouring blockades against thieves that never come
    No one to rob, no stone disturbed

    Its the king, the king to blame
    For this travesty where she sits alone
    Only welcomed by a sun whom too busy and high
    To return a gesture or fill the fog
    Tranquil the vapor

    This love and loss
    This dawn and night
    Where dead memories erode
    Like a dieing star with none around to pray for her
    She settles in, collapsing to an unfeeling mother

    Act Four: Absolution

    Pushing these numerous buttons
    Operating with your dear microphone you scream
    Words of meaning and sound of trust
    Contradictions onto ridicule onto trust onto fire
    Consuming hosts till combustion release

    Mission take over
    Its mirror tips a cap
    Taking the bow of indiscriminate beauty
    Showering red little books for them
    Educating their acceptance of a god named it

    Raise the banner that unites the spontaneous flicker
    Hail its presence, hail oh mighty it
    Basking the region ablaze, trickling oil everywhere
    All they do is dance inside the ball being captured in orange
    Waiting, watching, meat grinder finishing, all learn to dance someplace deeper

    Act Five: Dreamer

    Capturing my eyeball again
    Thorn like, pricking white gelatin
    There the shadow rises on a wall
    Copying your reaction until your trapped in its own
    Feeling its palm pressed against yours, perfect lover

    One that understands, created by darkness embedded under the field
    Covered by rose
    Hole where heart evaporates
    Cannot lift through the gravity murdering me
    Only finding my spinning hath stretched truth and left me abandoned

    Killing another wine visited memory
    Isolated in a stark night unbearable
    Yet home where my soul wishes to burden
    Loneliness does not wish to be bothered
    So company never comes