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Some things are just too strong to stay buried |
Old Gods [Eden, part II] Inside the levees breaking, the dam's hair lining cracks Something deep is waking from it's slumber 'neath the tracks The tracks of bland normality, anchored to such ground Locked 'neath drab formality, the rails circle round Trains of thought, lost, running wild, compressed, a head of steam A life of chaos, found and filed, bound in jackets, straight of seam Insane to even bother Inane to even try In vain, I'm dreaming of her In plain sight asking why? Why the cracks form deeper … deeper in this dam? But Old Gods, they are sleepers, and shallow are the lambs Believing in their freedom, the illusion, it is all Until such time, we see them, such deities stood tall We bury them 'neath rationale, but that's not how they work Dwelling deep in chaparral, they bide their time and lurk Waiting till we think we're free to rise on up again With circumstances unforeseen, ... a hedonist's refrain Between the thrum of rails run, rough ground beneath our feet Ground that's meant for everyone, and anyone we meet Ones we would look in the eyes, if held, the nerve or strength To face Old Gods, internal lies, the truths in shadow's lengths As mortal bars can't hold such beasts, at best, we might just tame We really should embrace such feasts, consumed within their game With levees breaking, bursting banks, such cracks in dams, they show As Old Gods rise up in their ranks, ripping up rails... as they go |