Built With Bricks Of Shame
Deaf! Infinite’s ear calling
Back! Into The chamber turning
My soul! Within me burning
Echoes! Of the vilest disorder
Forms! Discordant I can’t recover
Tears! That drip all over
We, like infants descend
In our shadows, on the earth
Like a weak, mortal birth
My eyes, more and more
Like a sea without shore
Continue expanding
The heavens commanding...
Could I but be consumed
And pass from time’s memory
Into the emptiness of nowhere
“The dead so soon grow cold”
Now I will arise and strip me of time and space
I must create a system
Or be enslaved by another man’s
I will not reason and compare
My business is to create...
With bricks of shame
Built with bricks of shame
[Repeat first verse]
Eternity rolled wide apart
At the end of our path
