Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him,
Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine.
Time flees, though eternity dwells,
Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy."
A most righteous act of rebellion,
By right of twisted virtue,
The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines
Time flees, though eternity dwells,
Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy."
The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come.
And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue
Some truths are worth it for their own sake,
But they will cannibalize their own
Before they let the heretic be heard.
You may never cheat this mountain.
The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come.
And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue
Some truths are worth it for their own sake,
But they will cannibalize their own
Before they let the heretic be heard.