The Sleeping Throne-December

A shadow of control that penetrates so deeply secretly No glimmer of life in your sullen eyes unchanging condemning Fixated upon the falling wish naively thrown skyward A crown upon the head that's resting infinitely Created the birth fear death and disease Philosophize the truth away and then in kind this fear can still exist Sleeping under control of the new abomination The pawns all placed in seclusion motionless stalemated A valiant effort your failure resigned to stagnation Opposition-less thoughts over thrown A king has fallen shame takes it's form All the while curses return ten fold The king left broken crown left in servitude serenity will not be found Philosophize the truth away and then in kind this fear can still exist Sleeping under control of the new abomination Shame takes form All eyes turn away in horror I can see it still Patience patience the sleeping throne will awake Patience or suffer this alone it's your funeral All the reverence unwanted still born A crown upon the head that's resting infinitely Created the birth fear death and disease Serenity will not be found The new abomination that plants the seed of atrocity Every eye will bow under this quickening