Lyrics
Across a line of time,
counting the sum
and those misspent.
Trouble a truth of mind.
Relive the sun
within those lines extreme.
Caravan the higher mind
to stir with ones so low.
love of torture,
Bleeding for an act relived,
unchanged.
A part from time,
what is truth?
A sorrow deep and sweet.
Hordes of just seekers bound
to thoughts not yet complete.
In and out we go,
palaces unguarded so
you know the where,
the how, of making
sour apples grow.
In and out,
you know how,
the where,
can sour apples grow.
A forest full of laughing beasts
come and gone to grab the feast.
Thought in mind, it skips ahead,
racing on to further defeat.
In that way of duty found,
time on line to let it pass
ground around to the other side,
where just is found unbound.
The new refrain, the time in line,
and pride no longer found.
In this time, a silent ring
holds a bell tone in the night.
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