Capstan - The Death Of An Illusion lyrics
[Capstan - The Death Of An Illusion lyrics]
I once heard my mother say
That heaven isn't really so far away
But recently somethings changed in me
And I know this will kill her
But I'll have to disagree
Because I've grown tired of the
Stained-glass and ceiling tiles
Prescription pills and the blind faith trials
It's genocide in a different style
I won't ask for forgiveness
I won't ask for forgiveness
I'm no longer afraid
Because I've found faith in myself
And the people I love
Not through medication or
Forgiveness from above
Left in the dark with no divine light
Only helping hands and my own will to fight
With experience we unearth the roots to grow
At one point in time our rope ends or unwinds
And leaves your mind tangled and closed
Role searching
It's what defeats and mangles most
But what keeps your heart soul surfing
Lends to living on as ghosts
Maybe we're not all living in hell
But we've been conditioned to live
In a prison cell
Hide me from whatever concept this instills
Or hang me from the rafters
Of this people mill
Death is an architect
It's shaping days and taking names
Through heart attacks and common disconnects
And at least I can say that
I'll be ready for it
That heaven isn't really so far away
But recently somethings changed in me
And I know this will kill her
But I'll have to disagree
Because I've grown tired of the
Stained-glass and ceiling tiles
Prescription pills and the blind faith trials
It's genocide in a different style
I won't ask for forgiveness
I won't ask for forgiveness
I'm no longer afraid
Because I've found faith in myself
And the people I love
Not through medication or
Forgiveness from above
Left in the dark with no divine light
Only helping hands and my own will to fight
With experience we unearth the roots to grow
At one point in time our rope ends or unwinds
And leaves your mind tangled and closed
Role searching
It's what defeats and mangles most
But what keeps your heart soul surfing
Lends to living on as ghosts
Maybe we're not all living in hell
But we've been conditioned to live
In a prison cell
Hide me from whatever concept this instills
Or hang me from the rafters
Of this people mill
Death is an architect
It's shaping days and taking names
Through heart attacks and common disconnects
And at least I can say that
I'll be ready for it