In the Earth, deep in her dirt.
Lays the genesis of this Earth.
Rain falls from the careless skies, landing on all our darkened eyes.

Caring for what not the words of a careless man.
Surrendering yourself to the words of the mad men.
A young warrior practices his chores and outsources even his own life.

The world is a wonderful place when you all share the same strife.
Dancing in the warm glow of candle light.
Even the shadows seem to be lacking your stage fright.

The light, a source to the key of your heart.
To the very children who play it smart.

A room full of crystal and class.
To hundreds of pianos playing the songs that make us relax.
We are the miserably crass.
Putting to much weight on the words of aristocrats.

The mocking tones of your predecessors, to the ones who say never surrender.
We are all marionettes, the strings attached are the soulless weights around our hearts and necks.
Drowning fast in the lost sea of artifacts.
To the demons who said they would keep your heart.
To the angels who said love is an lost art.

We are all hollowed works eons apart.
The fabric of time and space puts taint on all of us.
I am the juggernaut of child at heart.
Atoning my body for the scar on my heart.

Never ending is the passing of time.
Dancing with swords and breaking the thin ice.
The words come to you as a surprise
The Genesis of Earth is your demise