You have a head full of heavy storms
Long inured to a world gone mad
You think of everyone's a dying breed
Staggering figures, overwhelmed by command
Your strife reflects off the windowsill
Stricken by the wicked like a witch's well
Concurrent dreamer, mindless deceiver
Headstrong, but diminished by demand
Your eyes filled with longing
You say, you want to disappear
Oblivious dreamer, content deceiver
With fair weather memories seeping, now what was true?
Mercy and sin
O' apostles again
Anointed without conviction
To behold a future for the unborn