Letras
There is a palace that many will know
Where the curtains are heavy and currents run low
A ritual deep, a performative show
We freeze at the sight of the movement below
The velvet is drawn, the candles are trimmed
We drink from the cup 'til the senses are dimmed
The faces are cold, perfectly smooth
Hiding the teeth that are waiting to move
The oracle speaks but the message is blurred
A history written by voices unheard
We scrape at the marble, we claw at the floor
To find what lies rotting behind the great door
It isn't just shadows, it isn't just night
It's the gaze that turns all of our movement to white
A garden of statues where breathing has ceased
We pay for the passage with coins on the eyes
Of the beast
Who's in the shadows?
Who walks in the dark?
Who really knows?
While it etches its mark
They say we can break it, if we stand side by side
But the gift at the gate, has a hollow inside
The thread that we follow, is fraying and thin
Be careful of brothers, who invite you within
The demons aren't monsters that rise from the deep
They are men in high castles, who watch while we sleep
Tie yourself down to the wood of the mast
Or the song from the rocks will make this breath
Your last
The mountain is shaking, it denies and it bites
But many keep seeking at the risk of their lives
An order so fallen from grace and the light
It uses the thunder to keep up the fight
They banish the poets, they silence the choir
To keep us from holding the stolen fire
But the temple is cracking, the pillars are bare
And we see the machine that is pumping the air!
Who's in the shadows?
(Shadows...)
Who walks in the dark?
(How far down below...)
It can't be forgotten
(It can't be forgotten)
There must be an end
To the show