Dendroid

Well... This was the last song that I wrote for this project. That was 6 years ago and we're still exactly where I left off. Happy voting everyone... I hope it's time to move on.

"construct by any means", he bawled "this wall... to the sun, to the stars and beyond"
an in**ed wrath seeping from his maw, "this is war.. for the blood, for the soil, for the god"

"gaze into the gloom
and you will find that you are better blind
crawl back into the womb
and if you comply then you will never die
cast yourself into the loom
and your wrists will bind with others twined
yield your wings, you will deplume
you don't need to see what's beyond this wall"

"close your eyes for me, don't look into the sun
I'll aim, trust in me, trust in my vision

prepare this levee for the advancing flood
or these olive trees they will drown in mud

lay them urgently - these bricks one by one
protect the family, shield our fragile blood

destroy your enemy, destroy all of your heart
destroy your empathy. kill them, fire the gun"

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what cost is there to live when your heart has failed with fear
when you hold this gun just to feel that you know that you've lost something
this call to arms, withal within, you serve in hope that its thoughts can be healed
but if you only knew what your senses feel then you'd know we're all lost in here

---no, no, no, no, no, now i don't know
within the machine betwixt and between we're breathing and bleeding as one
---no, no, no, no, no, what have i sown
you're fighting a proxy war with this dusk unknown, but its only your casting of shadows
---lost control, the garden is overgrown
you know its a petty quarrel for thoughts and beliefs yet you're always reaching for your gun
---there the soul is snarled in weal and woe
because you don't have any thoughts of your own, because you're weak and you're shallow

comatose, a drowse the eyes dissolve
beautifully bellicose yet a simulacrum belied

clutched in plight with clawing fingers blind
in hunt of phantasms undefined
this structure is changing by design
adrift within these broken senses mind alone can not discern

Dendroid - Wall: Anathema "construct by any means", he bawled "this wall... to the sun, to the stars and beyond"an in**ed wrath seeping from this maw "this is war.. for the blood, for...