Lost Art

When darkness looms and terror awaits
The cosmos never stands up straight
In shallow pools of blood, I wade
Anathema, anathema

Dead set on digging deeper holes
Revile the thought of letting go
Come down on everything you know
Anathema, anathema

I’ve had enough
Don’t be scared of what the ocean brings to you
Just open up
So we can soar and glide through pathways set anew
I’ve had enough
We’ll grasp at satellites and stars, they’ll see us through
It’s up to you

It’s all for me to give to you
We push and pull like deja vu
It suffers me to give to you
Filling the infinite design

Lost artifacts from ancient days
Reflecting dust on window panes
Reminds you nothing stays the same
Anathema, anathema

The countless ways the devil sneers
Sometimes wish I could disappear
A color scheme often revered
Anathema, anathema

So don’t be scared of what the ocean brings to you
Just open up
We can soar and glide through pathways set anew
I’ve had enough
We’ll grasp at satellites and stars, they’ll see us through
It’s up to you

It’s all for me to give to you
We push and pull like deja vu
It suffers me to give to you
Filling the infinite design

I know this can’t be real
It’s taking me too long
I must be wrong

It doesn’t seem quite right
It’s taking me too long
I must be wrong

I must be wrong