Bedlam Lyrics

We let our senses lead, trusting our rewards

But with our echoes, hearing our way is hard

This is truly a risky progression of chords

But we're hungry for life, obsessed with the dead

Our self-destructive sacrificial selves

Perfectly tickled to be hanging by threads

And it seems those we meet are unable to form sentiment

On our way carving heaps of bedlam and excitement

As we go, the path is less apparent, less alluring

Cloaking other tracks, difficult terrain obscuring

We must feed each other with constant reassuring

In refusing adverse thoughts, over time it seems

We're unable to assess between emotional extremes

Or deviations in excess of those formed in dreams

In this journey in which the senses lead

May punish with ample pain

Or euphoria amongst the crooked creed

Raised by echoes through your domain

Breaking the silence, I turn to The Drummer and ask

"Do you have the same sight to see down the same path?

It can't just be chance, we lay the same tracks"

"From where had you began?" Before he answered me back

He said "To understand you must learn about our past.

We've traveled with many others, and you won't be the last"

And it seems those we meet are unable to form sentiment

On our way carving heaps of bedlam and excitement

Their confidence he shows contends he knows

The world from it's beginning to its end

In a blind fury of blood to wash away the flood

He stands, demanding its mend

One day he expects war

When? He's unsure

Determined he is here to stop it

He's Sure they're being hunted

With trenches constructed

Until their assassins are abolished