Ambiance Above God
Under the sun of a lesser god,
We drink and feast in the bounty that is pain.
And we toast to the sky;
A vision that is more lonely than I.
And there’s a glow, in the palace of embers,
that sings softly your name.
And there’s a light, in the truth of forever,
that whispers softly for the same.
On a whim and desperation,
We split the impetus and lethargy of hope.
And we dream of a lie;
That is more weary than I.
And some grace,
Like the triumph of none;
Splashes a memory,
A feeling so numb.
And some fool,
Like a blessing of none;
Resurrects a martyr,
A champion so dumb.
And in a sanctity we blessed you down,
Counting the sleep like some gray night.
Like limpid pools of melting thought,
Training us through our plight.
And there’s a dream, in the countess of insanity,
that traces back to me.
And there’s a cry, in the thought of nowhere,
that never wants to be.
In the vagueness of eternity,
We stroked the filaments of resignation.
And we wait for a cry,
A whisper that is more empty than I.