Ascending

(albüm: The Century Of Self - 2009)

From a crashing light I was forced awake
Clutching bloodshot eyes, wide and afraid
Stark impressions of a vague, translucent day
Distorts the room in a lazy way

A stubborn case of the young man's blues
Has gotten me scouring the streets for you
Where shattered souls and cheated hearts
Descend into a bedlam of scars

Parading past ancestral skulls
Through calloused and bruised urban sprawls
Hot sweat pours down a sunlit road
Where life and death meet and explode

What can't be ignored and can't be explained
Or captured in a song's refrain
Each fear I forced on to a page
I read the words and I choked with rage

After the war, we left the dead on the shore
But their screams and cries still haunt us wherever we go
Our little boat caught in the ebb and the flow
On the seas of wine where time has but forgotten us

Donde está el oro, donde están los heroes?
Donde estaba el dia del sol para ellos?
Where is the gold, where are all our heroes?
Where is that day of sun that we have waited on?

Thrown by the wreck into the eye of the storm
We cling to life though the gods have all abandoned us
Our little boat caught in the ebb and the flow
On the seas of wine where time has but forgotten us

Forced to be in the wrong place
Being forced to fit, being forced to taste
Misguided moment, I was caught
By the sound of a bell on a police car

The scars, fresh upon my hands
The child emerges, a new born man
Vandals and martyrs, ragged purist stands
Eyes wide like saucers rake the land