Metatron

What can be expected
 forced time and rejected
 Submission follows the fall
 Damage makes you wary sometimes
 and other times there's a dive
 straight to your heart
 Mission
 terminates with precious submission
 The mission follows the fall
 Damage makes you wary sometimes
 and other times there's a dive
 straight to your heart
 What's it like there where you are soulless?
 And this is for your human race
 and this is for your god
 Urgency, futility
 derivative fatality
 There is hope and there is vision
 guilty conscience, coexistence
 Walking towards a final solution
 trailing streams of doubt and motion
 Lost within a damaged system
 waiting for my absolution
 And this is for your human race
 and this is for your god
 Urgency, futility
 derivative fatality
 She walks on water, she moves through the land
 with a prescence of mind and i'm frightened
 Blood in her dreams, terms meeting like mine
 she opens up the red door
 Driving through the night but my mind's with you
 and i'm still keeping on
 but there's nothing any longer
 I'm waiting for the moment
 when the answers fall likes ashes
 I'm waiting for a time when I can live again
 Let's open up pure and sacrosanct
 and attribute all the lies to a timeworn cycle
 Take a walk down the corridors of severance
 deliverance is a dream now
 Disposable misery, violent hypocrisy
 I cannot look into the face of decay
 without seeing in my eyes
 all my own lies living time
 and looking to the skies for a sign
 Degenerate cry down upon
 this girl in a red dress scattershot, shellshocked
 Demonstrative cost in humility that forces me
 to think and act a gentle word can only bring devotion
 to a seminary downtime
 lost within extolling all the virtues of commitment
 the consequence of lies
 You told me standing in the third house
 bleeding on the white walls
 watching all I know fade away