Dispatch From The Guest House

This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are
Making observations occupying territory
Questioning the wisdom that led us here
Shot through a prism to reappear
In some fattened landscape where the foundation's rotten
The language is poisoned and our myths all forgotten
Questioning the wisdom that led us here
Shot through a prism to reassemble here
Far from our home
It's been carried away
We huddle alone
Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous lifeand forsake
It's heartbreaking
Sometimes get lost in a moment of passion
And sometimes I get decimated fervently pray for deliverance
Through action some kind of redemption and a message from the flood
This is a dispatch from the guest house you see we are
Changed beyond all recognition well beyond the fantasy
Questioning the wisdom that led us here
Shot through a prism to reappear in
Some toxic landscape where the crisis come often
The gods aren't listening and the priests are all plotting
Questioning the wisdom that led us here
Shot through a prism to reassemble here
Far from our home
It's been carried away
We huddle alone
Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous life and abandon
It's heartbreaking
Sometimes escape in a cheapened distraction
And still my heartbeat in an ecstasy
And in between stations becomes a reaction
Transformation to an effigy to burn