Delusional Accord

Into the wilderness you’re wandering… My King…

You’re searching for that magic land of the last ring…

Where everything is golden… like a shattering mirage…

You dream a perfect world… a perfect movie-montage.

You shape your mirrors into fitting bars…

You run around great shiny stars…

You drift away through cold deep waters…

And every boat… the waves it slaughters.

You fight the rain and sun and moon…

You killed whole image of the fool…

You search the truth within the stones…

You touch the grass and make it curl…

You look for something in this nothing…

The unforgivable life’s rotting.

Calm down My King and lay your sword…

There’s nothing true about this world…

We’re here just for a purposed race…

We’re here just for a cosmic dance…

We’re here to search ourselves for greatness…

We’re here for crushing walls of sadness…

The wall’s surrounding us like thornes…

Of icy roses, pain and storms.

We’re wandering this part of time…

In searching for that perfect crime…

We’re just a tiny piece of ice…

Wondering why…

In our great delusional accord…

The world feels so…

So…. goddamn cold.