I once dreamt of a stone made of ashes and bone
Singing haunting themes of wordless songs
This stone I silenced for so long
Brought me this wasteland I call home
I envy the finesse of this palaverous void
Choking on this lethargic anathematic awe
If only I could thrive in this apotheosis
This tongue paralysis preaching the abyss
Oh gilded fantasies afar
Beyond these raucous waves
My soul tied to this dying star
Heir to these barren days
And perhaps one day dream of еxtraordinary labors
I speak of such myths I cannot fathom
Only to give reason to еlusive rhizomes
Who am I to question this ordering chaos
How can I feel entitled in this frenzied madhouse
Oh gilded fantasies afar
Beyond these raucous waves
My soul tied to this dying star
Heir to these barren days
I hear a clink, a faint tingle, an aurous ode to oblivion
One last tribute the gold long forgotten
And in a vapid huzzah to this morbid fallacy
I raise my glass to greet this vacuous insanity
Broken and confined in these fractured insanities
No one can hear the fall in this sea of dead trees
They say these violent delights have violent ends
Show me what triumph there is in this failed apotheosis
Show me
Show me
Show me
Oh gilded fantasies afar
Beyond these raucous waves
My soul tied to this dying star
Heir to these barren days
'Tis a golden silence
A fine moment to muse on
The cacophonous derelict
I've based my life on
Auriferous fantasies
Let me be consumed by these silent reveries
Auriferous fantasies
Let me be consumed by these silent reveries
