For Those of Us Who Live Our Lives in Circles

The churning constant turmoil Bending harmonic light and shade As I lurk in the deformity To the worship of almighty and echoing fangs My silence too huge to be contained Trapped in the shadow of yesterday The churning constant turmoil Bending harmonic light and shade As I lurk in the deformity To the worship of almighty and echoing fangs We hammer out the future But we are the flies in the rotting amber A lightless world of windless deserts Left to wander out, indistinct forever We're sent to hammer out the future Horrid animations of blackened bone A new found devotion A golden throne Sent to bring me low Taking knife to stone Sent to bring me low Circuit faith atoned We sigh into an onslaught of identical days Retraceable pain And then remembering the always monochrome gaze The immense grinding of bones and excess of uncounted years of industry left vacant Greatness promised and yet always wasted A uniquely human fantasy to live above death Time ground and gnashed to a new dust All ambition bereft As eyes and gears turn in circles of fire To set doom in the palace of my will I remember damage The bad blood that is yet to spill Do you see them now