The Death Of Reason
In the prison known as Reason
Where our memories peer through bars
In that hell which has no seasons
Where the darkness has no stars
All our questions have no answers
Inside ourselves we've learned to hide
In the front row by the dancers
To our lovers we have lied
All our demons have us held down
As we hear the church bell ring
Is the preacher still in our town?
Does he know one god-damned thing?
"No he doesn't!", screams the deacon
As he pours himself a drink
For the christ that was our beacon
Has now led us to the brink
We stare down into the abyss
Where the breakers crash on stone
To the mirror we blow a kiss
Before we leave ourselves alone
Now our glass is filled with sorrow
And the Promise is not kept
In the darkness of tomorrow
Where we believe the angels slept
Is the prison we call Reason
Where our hell's arouund the bend
It is now our final season
And we've finally reached our end.
END
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