Eschaton - Gravemind

A closed mind is like a clenched fist.

Lend your hand, feel the pull of more

than man

Born free, then we were forced to believe all the fallacies passed as

certainties

Find a corner, pick at the sticking once more

Culture glues to the minds of man, so we have been searching for answers in

plain sight all along

Tell me does this spark a fury?

Plead, you are the God you seek

Your sanity will bleed like the lines of control

You’re dying to let go

Reveal the pain that you’ve tucked away in the gloom and grey.

Somewhere inside

these words lies the cure to this growing pain.

We must find a way

I once spoke with you my friend without speaking a single word

If I cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found

Our lives are a blank page, and with each stroke of the pen lies the secret to

the universe

And every word already written is just filler

And every word yet to write is not part of the story

We are born and soon we die

We are more alike than we are unalike

We must return to the beginning if we are to be anything worth living

Find the way

Every second growing stronger, propulsion towards something growing inside

This is an ancient rhythm you lost within misconception

The child of divination cries to be heard now

Oh, I beckon your fall, you are not coming back

Read the words between the lines, rediscover the truth that you’ve known the

whole time