Ghost Ship Octavius - Delirium

Despite antiquity,
the ancient forum's broken silence
and its confusing presence
stirs us, in a state of violence

Let it fill the void that plagues all that we do

Intellect's spawn
speaking in song,
tell of your world so wrong
You are but one,
deeper than some,
in your delirium

Speak like the day is long,
you've all the time to earn your highness
and though our utterances
are far below the worth of silence,

They give us quite a stage to disavow what's true

Vagary's pawn,
speak like you're wrong
speak like the day is long –
good things will come
when you are gone
free from delirium

I can't be bothered to try
and understand what's inside
this disharmonious mind
and what it's worth in your eyes

Intellect's spawn,
speak like you're wrong
speak like the day is long
good things will come
when you are gone
free from delirium

Vagary's pawn
tell of your world so wrong,
you are but one
in your delirium