- Aug 31, 2004
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Depriving roses of all splendour
beneath your feet
There seems on omniscient truth that
won't ever recede
As if some will of God
had made it so;
As if some lust of Man
will ever know
How to caress a soul
How to live as whole.
Cultivating ashes from the
flesh of life
Sinking in a torrent of
momentous strife
The tears that were shed foretold
the world I live;
The ashes that burn mark my
eternal lie
The spectre that awaits
Oh, this night it aches.
beneath your feet
There seems on omniscient truth that
won't ever recede
As if some will of God
had made it so;
As if some lust of Man
will ever know
How to caress a soul
How to live as whole.
Cultivating ashes from the
flesh of life
Sinking in a torrent of
momentous strife
The tears that were shed foretold
the world I live;
The ashes that burn mark my
eternal lie
The spectre that awaits
Oh, this night it aches.