when an entire empire was erased wiped off the face of the earth, drowning delight couldn’t replace dirt, frowning
It was like a downcast yes, no longer blessed they had so much left, and so many to impress no longer babbling, no longer kidding the joke was on them, when they were sinking
Wish they had a rock, perhaps even an anchor drowned in GOD’s wrath and anger now they remain distant strangers a species left endangered
How could this be, we used to be free unashamed of our image, now a disease filled our brains, hearts, and souls as if we are lost, out of control
It was evening, this was her calling she was the mother of earth before its falling People knew the difference, between right and wrong but if that remained true, we wouldn’t sing this sad song
They couldn’t remain fruitful, and also live forever this was the LORD’s endeavor, oh so cleaver so see how they were sent out, until the world’s end banished from the motherland, caught in a whirlwind
This was the isle of atlas the truth surfaces at last an antediluvian empire filled with passion and desire but their hearts, GOD didn’t admire they were breathing sin, bound to expire
The plans were evil, fiending for information the knowledge lead to power over a nation with this power you can control people this is how the world became so evil
They were highly honored with tons of respect just look at the millstone around their neck no longer were they farming mustard seeds and sheep they were big dreamers even when they weren’t asleep
They fought for their rights, to do as they pleased whatever made sense for them, they would all breathe they were liberated by their own actions they clothed themselves in righteousness fashioned
as for the water, they baptized themselves too they knew it brought awareness of the right thing to do so do not askew your view of your peers in their pew but follow like sneeches asking, what would my neighbor do
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Now as I look through out the map I can't find the isle As if it was never hear like it went out of style Even if I knew the truth I might be in denial Or at least sell it to consumers standing in a single file
Line naw I'm lying I'm just roaring like a hungry lion I was looking to mount Herman but maybe it's Zion
credits
from <Time Capsule>,
released January 6, 2015
Music by Elliott Ross
Lyrics by Chris Treborn