Befall the days of an endless drowning
Ripple back the theater seats of past time
The sun atop far heaven's cold crowning
Beams down, casting a light upon their mime
Simpler to be explained by the written
All that is said falls upon the Deaf's ears
Cruel faces, covered, masks being smitten
their traveling eyes blind to the seers
Al who see do know of those of great woe
ignore, infatuated in their lives
crushing any chance of the plant to grow
We are sold as slaves, pierced by cold knives
Insomniac, no longer our souls sleep
Our fatal flaw is found, our scars run deep
