Death's Domain

Everything's all black and white
 Shades of grey in-between
 Recollections of foreign sites
 Caught inside madman's dreams
 I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
 Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
 The hallway always extended
 Nothing quite seems to scale
 Laws of physics here are bending
 Hear the books write themselves
 I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
 Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
 Mimicking is not creation
 It's a flawed artistic expression
 Lungs deflate, know your station
 And inside your cloak is sharpened perfection
 I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
 Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
 A horse touches down beside your bed
 Keep remembering things that haven't happened yet
 There's no release even when you're dead
 Until he severs the mortal thread
 Entire galaxies float in blue eyes
 Where something mysteriously lies
 I'd do anything hear the voice graveling off in capitals
 Not accept the forces choice of permanent sabbatical