Panopticon - Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death lyrics

Grasping in the dark cold hands
The voiceless phantom mythed in torn
Pages of a decomposing tome
The pages wither like burned flowers
In a summer drought they fall into dust

While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust
Of unanswered questions and empty gestures
Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut
This living in fear

Fear of freedom fear of letting go of things
The novice angel's somber strings
Golden gates and choirs of angels sing
Praises to a heavenly host
Who's overlooked in arrogance the true
Majesty of the world
There is no God in buildings
This divisive, cunning method of control
Ignorance oblivion ungratefulness and greed
Forever wanting more when the table
Buckles from building plates
So over filled with the beauty of this world

Death is my final gift
The leaves that fall nourish the
Soil with their decomposition
And the oak will feed from it'self again
And the world thrives relish the wilderness

There are no forests in your Heaven
There are no forests in your Heaven
There are no forests in your Heaven
There are no forests in your Heaven

Because Heaven is within