Immortality (Scenes From Above)
May you close your eyes in advance
Before Lucifer captures your soul
In our saviors final dance
Alexander the Great
Commander of the darkest fate
Sheathe all swords!
What is it my lord
You have captured me at my weakest point
I want what these dead seekers don't
I see an empire, a nation
Nothing higher than inflation
I Julius Caesar hold freedom in a tear
My hopes and dreams are what everyman fear
In the presence of tragedy
You will love me
In a tub of petals
The gods will rub me
I am all but immortal
See the shadows of jealousy
And ever so often, I walk toward her
Lust caught up in mislead trust
Even holy sinners bite the dust
John Proctor’s Crucifixion
A slain soldier’s prediction
So content with death
That you wouldn't give a piece for what's left
When all realms are expired
We come to a cease fire
When the pictures fade and legends die
Imagine if generals could cry
Adore fate so rudely
And leave as yours truly
You shall remember me
The curse of September, but let it be
May you close your eyes in advance
Before Lucifer captures your soul
In our saviors final dance
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