Barbarism. - Til Zero Lyrics

The deserts, the dreamers, the rot, the reign
The summit, the steeple, the soldiers, the stains
The data's degraded, the engine's splitting flame
There's pride in the pastures, and chaos on the way

Life, like the echoes of the light in the design
Like the webs that built the riches and the rhyme
Like a cliff caught in the crashing of the tides
In the darkness and the dire we stand divine

The rubber, the ranges, the silk and the shame
The tempest, the teacup, the gore and the games
A feather fixated, a friend that fell too far
The wreckage of reason, and songs made scars

We move
To gather
The pieces

Life, like the echoes of the light in the design
Like the webs that built the riches and the rhyme
Like the cliffs caught in the crashing of the tides
In the darkest tricks of ire we stand divine

Wrestling with the devils til zero
Break it up you're showing your age
And if all I fought for was an illusion
It's comforting to rattle the cage

Facing the facade of the hero
Twisting tricks to pass on the page
And if all I fought for was an illusion
It's comforting to rattle the cage

(Goes forward, goes on)