Disintegration of Conscience and Spirit

We can bridge the darkness If we learn to bleed Divinity is only a question away Yet elusive in it's subjugation Because there are rainstorms Even in heaven The sound they make is a thousand screaming voices In mournful chorus, suffering blindly Uncertain of their fate as their destinies waste away Shrouded in the haze of ignorance We can bridge the the darkness If we learn to bleed Divinity is only a question away Yet elusive in it's subjugation Because there are rainstorms... Bring them lies Bring them pain For this day Shall be great Red slicked with purification Lain waste to, pre-existing Testaments of this Universe We can sculpt the idols If we bridge the emptiness If we surpass the diffidence Bring them lies Bring them pain For this day Shall be great Red slicked with purification Lain waste to, pre-existing Testaments of this Universe