Forever Lost - Beyond the Mortal Opus

The ring of the bell triggers man to feast
Movement is in the basket under blade
Nerves still twitch in a heap
Headless body seizures and sprays
Maping the path back to the chime

Statue of a lake, on the surface floats a pasture
Service wanting tounges of strings
A turning knob with heads, in the graze gorging

The timed flesh of grievences
Wearing rusted armor turning swords within
Grids of existance uncovered
All kneel top, center, and below

Statue, of a lake, on the surface floats a pasture
Seen for, what, they will ultimately blanket

Faced with mortal made power
Crumbeling structure, failed foundation

To bad for the suffering suvivors
An empty urn, branded

Relentless gradification of procedure
Reeks havoc on temperament
Indirect course of the accustomed
Demoralization upheld, strengths invented
Through choice environments approved then embedded
Snared by doubt

Falsify all lost convictions abound
Become to disappoint and lose conviction
Reborn a lie

Foreseen by us all

Statue, of a lake, on the surface floats a pasture
Service wanting tounges of strings
A turning knob with heads
In the graze gorging