Their Mutiny

No second thought,
no lost eyes,
no love to see
no pretty disguise.
Pleading for your mercy,
pleading out your pride,
pleading in the river,
pleading for the lies.
Out goes the sunshine
my mind can see
but whats this feeling
that has come over me.

Not all is lost,
not all is won,
everything comes down,
right back to us,

Never known whats happened,
never known what will,
pace of the ages define
sacraments of rust.
Playing to the roosters
songs of the dead,
hurried sacrifices for magic relief
blankets our unbelief.
Gimme a meaning,
a source to sell,
a heart to convince
a decision unsaid.

Not all is lost,
not all is won,
everything comes down
right back to us,

Prayer of the broken
for the fine,
healing the healed
true karma refined.
Built on shallow faith
a castle filled with hate.
true love betrays,
convince me, does anything stay?
there are lies spoken,
truth covered in barbed wires,
wars fought for leftist unconcerned,
battles won for the freed.
with eyes wide shut i see
how the horns laugh with glee.

Not all is lost,
not all is won,
everything comes down
right back down to us

I watch the rays fade in the distance
feeling the lightless heat engulf me.
In the darkness, figures of hope i see.
Turns out they are here to steal
me of my life, my love and stifle
the flames of vengeance inside.
Still and helpless, i watch them breathe
with fire and lifeless apathy.
Walking away, leaving me to bleed
this is the song i hear them sing,

Not all is lost,
not all is won,
everything comes down
right back down to us