The Acolyte

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Dead and lost with tired faces, antiquated passion laid to rest.
Wake up!
No smiles for the memories we have, rotting with the corpses of our past.
Please wake up!

Here we stand left in the dark! Kick back!
Here we are screaming for help! Strike back!
Do you think that we have a fighting chance?
Shall we dance, on the wings of hope and together fly through the sky?
We are not living for this!
I will take back what is ours!

Stand up coward!
Dear God, scream it like you mean it!
No time to rest, for sleep beckons the weak.

Darling, please understand and listen, this is insane.
This can't be it, I don't think I am ready for goodbyes.
If you leave, if we try, to finish what we began.
I don't think I can bring you back,
So kiss me before you go, and whisper three sweet words.

There must be something that I missed, pieces drift away.
I wish I could think outside of the box now, solve the riddle.
No stone will be left unturned,
with God as my witness I will find a way.
To slow, to beat the wheels of time,
I wake up beside you and we smile, oh foolishness.

Stand up coward!
Dear God, scream it like you mean it!
No time to rest, for sleep beckons the weak.

Darling, please understand and listen, this is insane.
This can't be it, I don't think I am ready for goodbyes.
If you leave, if we try, to finish what we began.
I don't think I can bring you back,
So kiss me before you go, and whisper three sweet words.

Shatter the hourglass.
Dissect the universe, tear through reality, rearrange the stars above.

Open your eyes and gaze the skies above a world that we have made.
Blood, sweat, and tears, ions and years;
We're building a utopia.
A utopia.

Yet I still remain in this cursed place,
So far from my dreams.
This must be hell! I will escape!
Burn it to the ground.
Tear it brick from brick.
Till there's nothing left, but a hole in the sky. 

Darling, please understand and listen, this is insane.
This can't be it, I don't think I am ready for goodbyes.
If you leave, if we try, to finish what we began
I don't think I can bring you back,
So kiss me before you go, and whisper three sweet words.

Shatter the hourglass.
Dissect the universe, tear through reality, rearrange the stars above.

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