Absence of a Master's Hand (music video)
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Glade Swope
Glade Swope
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Absence of a Master's Hand: Could this be the end in sight - Cry for a turnaround day and night yet here be the point of no return - Cannot rest a soul here for very not from here - To fly out of reach in the blink of an eye - On the eve of a black hole dawn - Setting August last sun long - In an ever-more dispersing city on the plane of gray - On the brink of perpetual dismay - Each does stand alone yet so crowded to the bone - The last hint of all grace to be forgotten - And the same places are not really the same places anymore - And the same people are not really the same people anymore - And some of the living are much harder to get through to than the dead - Decades are as other worlds, How can one go home - What would it take to put time back on our side - You never ask me why - If you knew what I knew, Why betcha - You would surely - As the century unwind - Rule of the unkind - Delusion is nigh - And the wicked hand will rive - All around gone blind - And the wishing well run dry - Turn my head to the sky - Yet something above has died - And here I can't hide -
Legions of the world, what have they wrought? - As the wonders of the world rot as the mold on the rye - For wonder wasn't in them, it only came through their treasures - Turned into grossness in the blink of eye - As in a moment ring of the gong - Consumed by terror all night long - In an ever-more possessing snare of hallow crumbling frame - The property becomes their master all the same - And when the magic is gone - Only noise without a song - Strangled by the weight of their means, the power of wrong - I was there the day when the heavens came to say - Here we are, come ye here, come this way, away - Seven dimensions beckoning on the threshold of awakening - What fools set their hearts upon those transitory ways
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