Connected

Silently saving, violently behaving, men in the shadows of thought. Taking away, our things from today, gems so clearly sought. Given a chance to choose a stance, I'd surely pick a side, foolishly take for a little break a path which goes awry. Try as you must to brush off the dust, a crown sets ablaze on your head; and in the confusion don't chase the illusion wise up! you may soon be dead. Your foolishly skipping the things that are missing Rise up! take a look around; we are no saints, fill in the blanks before all our hands are bound. Choosing reason, the signs of the season are displayed in the still of the night. Lightning bursts, heightening your verse, flashing vision in your minds eye. Infinite connections, desolate convention stream through the concious mind. A violent conception of religious insurrection ripples across our times. From first light at dawn, to serene nightly songs veiled in inhibition. Trying to stay, within our own ways a token of submission. Taken aghast, all the horns blast water begins to rise. Panic and dread, soon to be spread taken by surprise. Gold and silver will do nothing for you standing before his feet. tremor and shake, even in this wake you've still not felt the heat.