f our own bastard race.
All my senses rebel
under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
a journey I'll never make again.
I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes.
A witness to events that led up to this present time.
These traditions, which bind our hands and keep us tied,
will never survive the greater test of time.
Deliver me from these feverish eyes
that threaten to unbalance my state of mind.
For I must confess only to the smallest of crimes.
A sense of guilt.


Fortune

From ancient times to the present day
there have been those who have claimed her as a lover.
So driven by the will to move up
have pursued her to the very ends of the earth.
She enters into it enters into us.
As the wheel spins and turns the fortunate ones are seen to emerge.
She enters into it enters into us.
Fortune smiles upon our heads.
Mistakenly we cling to her warm embrace.
How easily we seem to forgive and forget
lost within the security of our new found wealth. There are those of you amongst us
bearing vacant faces and empty smiles.
Their fates have already been decided upon.
They will leave behind them only victims of their misplaced trust.
Fortune smiles upon our heads.
Mistakenly we cling to her warm embrace.
How easily we seem to forgive and forget
when lost in the security of our new found wealth.




East Of Eden

I was told of a place in a distant land
where tortured souls often cried together in anguish,
and the scenes that were shown were of a cruel and violent nature.
Scenes of pain and cruelty were there to be seen.
The arena, the time and the place were set
for all to watch and see.
I was told of a place in a distant land
where the oppressor ruled with an iron hand, and of nations who sat in complacency left cold and
emotionless by history.
Scenes of pain and cruelty were there to be seen
and all the while I should have known
it was you killing me.
Somewhere east of eden the designs will never change.
Infected through others fear the world stops at the end of the hall.
We watched the life force fade away.
The eventual price you will have to pay.
(Once you are dead how could the children have known)


A Passage In Time

These silent chances pass one by
who never knew of them at all.
Resigned to the hands of fate
we await her impending beck and call.
Until we return, paradise interred.
Spread your golden wings, et the sails unfurl.
These silent chances pass one by
who never knew of them at all.
Resigned to the hands of fate
we await her impending beck and call.
Until we return, paradise interred.
Spread your golden wings, let the fires burn.
Well opportunities doors did not open wide.
The answers remain locked away inside.
So forced into labour we till the earth
to sow the seeds of our own rebirth.
As the days turned into years
our faith overcame any doubts or fears.
Are there any doubts or fears?
In truth we had found the key.
It's application would unravel this mystery.





Wild In The Woods

Wild in the woods of love
we harm those whom we adore
and contrary to all good intentions
we suffocate them in an alarming embrace.
Listen child, try to understand,
all is not what it appears to be in the world at hand.
Here dreams are bought and sold for a price.
The truth a burden to keep for the rest of your life.
These paths that have been chosen
can only lead to fear and despair.
So we learn from and experience the corporeal.
All is hidden in hidden meanings.
All can be learned from within.
We are all brothers and sisters in spirit.
Wild in the woods of love
we harm those whom we adore
and contrary to all good intentions
we suffocate them in an alarming embrace.


In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated

Sail on silver wings, through this storm
what fortune love may bring,
back to my arms again the love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,
for now that wheels are turning I find my faith deserting me.
This night is filled with the cries of dispossessed children in search of paradise.
A sign of unresolved ambition drives the pin wheel on and on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,
When memory bears witness to the innocents consumed in dying rage.
The way lies through our love.
There can be no other means to the end,
or the keys to my heart you will never find.


The Arcane

Here in the garden of the arcane delights,
dark shadows overwhelm us and we become blind.
Blind to the needs of those who would be free
from the grip of fear and the prisons of the mind.
Amidst the throes of perplexity
Phobia moves amongst us, in her hand is held the seed.
Extermination angel stood beside the road
in violent retribution for the seeds that we have sown.