Lyrics
Do flowers grow in hell?
When darkness lights the sky
The Morningstar is falling
There’s no hope in any eye
Beware who enter down here
Your fate was sealed before
Your avolition on display
The tears forever more
Upon a blood moon rising
We see the hope fade by
The brightest soul now glows dim
Paradise, the final lie
I came upon this vision
One that seems to fade
The master calling through me
My mind was never made
It started one fine evening
The flicker of the fire
I typed away this memory
The deepest of desire
I’d wake to find an empty page
Words would not stay for me
This mockery of divinity
I might as well be blind
They show me things that I would find
To grant me fortune with this mind
My third eye opens
HE has spoken.
Infinity at my door
My vision starts to fade
The scotch smells so depraved
The ink spills blood and gone before…
Almost if never made
I’m mad with pride
My head muse lied
What is inside?
Divination?
Destruction?
Delusion?
Delirium?
Destiny?
Death?
It started one fine evening
The flicker of the fire
I typed away this memory
The deepest of desire
I’d wake to find an empty page
Words would not stay for me
This mockery of divinity
I might as well be blind
The scotch smells so depraved
The ink spills blood and gone before…
Almost if never made
I’m mad with pride
My head muse lied
What is inside?
Divination?
Destruction?
Delusion?
Delirium?
Destiny?
Death?
It started one fine evening
The flicker of the fire
I typed away this memory
The deepest of desire
I’d wake to find an empty page
Words would not stay for me
This mockery of divinity
I might as well be blind
I’m mad with pride
My head muse lied
What is inside?
Divination?
Destruction?
Delusion?
Delirium?
Destiny?
Death?
It started one fine evening
The flicker of the fire
I typed away this memory
The deepest of desire
I’d wake to find an empty page
Words would not stay for me
This mockery of divinity
I might as well be blind
They show me things that I would find
To grant me fortune with this mind
My third eye opens
HE has spoken.
Infinity at my door
My vision starts to fade
The scotch smells so depraved
The ink spills blood and gone before…
Almost if never made
I’m mad with pride
My head muse lied
What is inside?
Divination?
Destruction?
Delusion?
Delirium?
Destiny?
Death?
Dream?
Perchance to dream?
I stumble as I fall
This journey is a thrall
We travel in circles
Nine like a fox
A tail for each and all
We pin our hopes and dreams
I want to scream
The thoughts are made
yet they only fade
Another night I try again
The blood from ink that never swims
This sea of parchment that stays dry
These tears from heaven blinds my eye
Calliope whispers
My hope quivers
The words are there
But in a whisp of air
Gone
I awake more irate
This Odyssey one big mistake
I surmise I’m not a great
I could be epic
But my head is now septic
I accept this but that’s a lie
My volition… I could cry
Why?
Why show me and be true?
The fire is for me?
Which host am I hosting in my head?
What door will I walk when I’m done and dead?
When my eye closes and death wakes me from my bed?
I’m tired now and fading
My light has gone from me
I guess I’ll never write it down
This pure divinity
Dante had a guide
Milton had a side
I just have this lie
There’s no catcher in my rye
