Hammers of Misfortune - The Velvet Inquisition

The snowflakes in their millions melt upon the lenses in the glow
Illuminated are their faces and the faces that they show
They don't know weariness or death - they don't know anything at all
They're merely messages from both sides of your eyes
The shadows fall - fall

Who dare question their confessor

And when you wonder why you never see the sun (cry to me)
And you discover when you turn around and run (who do you see)
And when you find that I've been wasting all your time
You cry to me
And when you find that you must tear yourself away
What do you see
And when your eyes are glazing over every day (cry to me)
And you decide you must escape and run away (who do you see)

A velvet inquisition
For every volunteer
So the apostates disappear

The little worms are not to blame
For the mementos that they save
The tyranny of their mutation
In a medicated grave

Who dare question their confessor

And when you find that you're the saddest one in line
And when you find that you are crying all the time
When you pray out loud (you're in focus dear)
No one hears a sound (spiders in your tears)
Who will recall (clocks inside our ears)
The endless watches of the night
(We've been here for years)