Reason This demigod, unto which you cluster
Sacrilege You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings
A slow and painful ritual to burn the youth you lost
Demigod Blasphemers walk among your flock
Despite your blindfold, proudly you carry the stone on your back
Disillusioned You plant your feet safely to the ground
Demigod Blasphemers walk among your flock
As the stone you have become
Not once did you cry for the lost ones of your world
Your care is limited to this demigod, onto which you cluster
Reason Decrystallize me Demigod I do blaspheme
The fallen you condemn Your heart even free of hate
Yet, scared to death by their disbelief To ordinary common sense
And with autumn closing in Forcing life away
No mercy wil impale your sin Dead are your tears