Gnostic Front

It's tragic to concede

Geothermals

To take the Deus from

The Machina

What could I have done?

I bowed my head and

What could I have said?

I injured my neck

What must I accept?

It's all or nothing

What must I reject?

And I know

That in silence there is wisdom

But I know

That this beauty is marred with Peter's scars

And I know

That in this vastness is veneration

But the bone was broke when Nicaea spoke

What must I accept?

What must I reject?

The beauty becomes the

Beauty becomes the

Beauty becomes

The model becomes the

Model becomes the

Model becomes

The law becomes the

Law becomes the

Law becomes

The weight becomes the

Weight becomes the

Weight becomes the wisdome

Not so far

From surrendering myself

Not so far

From letting my sandcastles get washed away

Not so far

From wallowing in the pity effaced or striking me

My own damn pose

And I know

That in silence there is wisdom

But I know

That this beauty is marred with Peter's scars

And I know

In this vastness is veneration

But I know

I can't walk this road with bones broke