Be that as it may, I'm lost in endless replay
Memories charred and burned, never to return
An eternal static of lies, a child-like lullaby
Encased in one single frame, to forever remain unchanged
Blissful psychosis, take your throne eminence
They tried and they failed, the Lethe's waters run deep
They're terrified, to bear witness to such heresy
The Gardens of Babylon lie asleep inside your head
What could easily be, lies so cold and dead
Aimlessly treading some path, nothing new is forecast
A one-way street to your grave,
Soon there'll be nothing left to save
credits
from The Citadel,
released September 1, 2008
Copyright Jason L Wiscarson