Nontheistic Mysticism Lyrics

In your mind I die

And I failed to realise

That in my death you search

For the answers to your own demise

Although I want to believe the ascension is real

There is nothing in you divine

Finally keen to accept your policy

If you command me to give up

Orators are exiled

They lie sick in distant lands

Our strongest throats are choked

With blood and tears from the past

Were all our efforts in vain?

Futile

Yet every now and then

The hope of the righteous men

Rushes through our veins

Claim the prophets of today

Wings of a dove

Carry me home

To face the ferocity of your kind

Wings of a dove

Carry me home

Shake your feathers

Over my tomb

And cover it with your decline

In your heart I die

And I failed to realise

That in my death you search

For the answers to your own demise

Although I want to believe you will come for me

There is nothing in you divine

Finally keen to accept your policy

You command me to give up

Wings of a dove

Carry me home

To face the ferocity of your kind

Wings of a dove

Carry me home

Shake your feathers

Over my tomb

And cover it with your decline

Crawling out of a hell

The storms begin

An overdose of reality

Crawling out of a hell

The storms begin

It hurts to be aware

That you no longer care

But the manifesto is always there