Invitation to Chaotic Revelation-Odious

A hand behind a curtain Empty theatre strange and new Where the candles were chosen To light the sullen view White rose in the garden of death Sleeping from her date of birth But when the rain was falling down Her time had come to take off the crown A hand behind a curtain Empty theatre strange and new Where the candles were chosen To light the sullen view Different shapes of the universe On one nail of a prayer Master, follower, slave? Different choices in one grave Your book of knowledge is empty Shiny drops of tears on these white pages How beautiful was the myth of heart Apophenia formed another living lie But the mourning cannot hear Debilitating the unsightly pyramids of horror and fear And when the mutilated tongue creates new letters We will fight for writing the brave words And believing them When the hand can rise and hold We will fight to be inside But a mirage was the idea of sin Cause we were born so blind Born killed hope of salvation A whole illusion of equations And biochemical emotions But the logic still the same I don't intend to dream again When the hand can rise and hold We will fight to be inside But a mirage was the idea of sin Cause we were born so blind Kiss the whore to feed the role Then regret to purify your soul We don't even know what the role is But when the curtains are pulled down I took off the mask But still I hear the claps of another existing hands For I have spent all my life to know but failed