Beauty in the Mourning Reflections

Sell yourself to the ghost in the dark
He'll take your deepest desires way too far
Enter into a shadow reality to feel a minute glimpse of free
To triumph against your crippling half medicated joys
To revel in your own self proclaimed falsified legend
In the providence of timely fashion never fixed pain

There is beauty in the mourning for the way we live
Lament for the mass scars from our overdose infected wounds
They torment our souls as we leave them for our kids

I am the unworldy way out from which glass reflections preach
Death and decay so near at hand deny the grand comfort illusion
I'll swallow your child-like self molesting heart tonight
Concieve a murderous intent against truth until it goes away
Then all we desire in your minds will unhindered be seen
Yet from the lack of absolute equality we shall never be free

Lament for our ruined age of chivalry
Overwhelmed amidst our self denied hypocracy
Lets coin lying phrases to toss all honor aside
To throw our demonic star dust instensly at the sun
Into eyes of the god's who dictate our future already over
No need for morality we stand on the brink of it all
Sceintific purity is our next generation mental sanctity

There is beauty in the mourning for the way we live
Lament for the mass scars from our overdose fun infected wounds
They torment our souls as we pass them on cursing our kids

There is no use we are already over
We are here again already broken as men
Scattered peices of who we were meant to be
We lost our code, all morality along our new comfortable ways
We fight against everything we once concieved to be pure
In the namesake of a fantastic saving thing might make us whole

We are undone ten thousand unholy self satisfied peices
No one can make sense of who you are amongst your own damage
Only your own face reflected will you recieve grace unseen
Everything you thought is nothing until your cleansed
On your way to whole through realms of things that make you high
How I discuss with the sky the moonlight tears in nature's eyes
No beauty in the cannibals we are eating away at our own souls

There is beauty in the mourning for the way we live
Lament for the mass scars from our overdose fun infected wounds
They torment our souls as we pass them on cursing our kids
In the created there are four ways to reflect us into self awake
Without absolutes in morality none of them aid our hearts
To regenerate