Epsilon

4. Where Eternal Jesters Reign Loathing your vacuous ways The straight line of your brainwaves No conscience, no interest, a mind made of mess Passive reactions at best Dead like a drone of the future unknown A slave to ignoble domains You want to kn

I shall cross your way Angel of light Your demon and demise You don't see a single thing I see, your conscience is blind And your spirit's drowning deep In the swamp of your lies I'm a monster that's breaking through your mind And when I'm done you c

Pass through borders into east And you'll see the same old streets, Sweeping winds into your eyes Broken future, wasted lives, In the corner of that square, Crumbling statues now lie there Like those relics of the past All of us are now outcast The t

Saints of the sun In their journey back home Whispering to me in their dreams "The shadows of your sleep - tell us what they mean and if we clear your view, will you believe?" Guided by the one The One and Only Son Interpreting his words to the