i. The Wanderer
Delve into your mind wondering what you'll find
A distant forlorn man, the space to understand
too far gone
ii. The Realist
Baleful stars become our creation
Swirling cosmic dust in a constant state of flux
in time
Risen from the sea only to receive
Cursed destiny as far as the I can see
too far gone
Knowledge is heavy - to realize is pain
The burden of understanding
it is a right to bear
iii. The Cynic
By proxy we live - by proxy we'll die
Nightmarish hubris, reality fiction
militant servitors uphold religion
Operated on the table - is it someone who should die?
Would it matter if it were I?
iv. The Believer
I've never before been this afraid
of the depths where monsters lie
I know we all know
of no priest to exorcise
Please god help me
O heavenly father what should I do
to make you leave me alone