A cold command towards land unseen,
one thousand scents unquenched decree
for all that never is to be
will quell the swelling light by scene
Amidst the mist of further gait
into the wilderness to mate,
the followed glances dissipate
and push away the weight.
Flame falling fire it bores a hole
Into the shame that crawls
[If there's a God then its not what I want]
{If there's a God then I tell you its gone}
[All trapped up in heaven, left to blame what is wrong]
{While I'm here in Hell, caught between what I've got}