Return to Grandeur Nehemiah

Album Lenore

Strings pull our limbs to the proper places
Without restraint
The day begins with confusion. aware
Continue to construct amongst the pretentious puppets
Hands benumb to the sensation of consciousness
Swarms built to serve as copycats
In the footsteps of the wicked
Eyes transfixed, hailed to monotony
Of the moments we forge, conviction holds us high
Above the infection of time
Return to the voice of grandeur
Cut the strings and sing your song of rapture
In love with the creation of lifeless bodies
Forbidden to taste the truth
The sharpest needles feel like the dullest of words
Spoken without passion
Begin to self absorb the reasons beyond reason


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