Dissolution Of The Forms Lyrics - Singles - Garden Of Shadows

The venerable one's 

Doctrine was crowned upon us 

Humanity's noontide gain... 

But the king was a phantasm 

The crown but a porous withered wreath 

Upon a tattered grimace 

Our myopic gaze 

Of a diaphanous tenet 

Occluded all thought 

Of solidity 

Encircled by the frail cannon 

Beset by the strength of support 

The confines of validity 

Are entrenched in rough soil 

Traces of the forms 

Dance on the wall... 

Unrelenting iron 

Sleek cold steel 

Clings to our wrists 

As a vulnerable child 

(To the stoic guardian) 

The dead weight of 

This permeable helmet 

Anchors us to the motionless rocks of chaos 

Reflections of fidelity 

Distillations of veracity 

Specters of substantiality 

(Cavort upon the wall) 

Must this burden 

Be bourne unto our backs 

As the world 

On Atlas' shoulders? 

If we were to lose 

Our grip on the globe 

Could we laugh 

As we witnessed it 

Crash into the stars? 

The explosion will shower us 

In the elements of experience 

Encumber us with the weight 

Of reality... 

Yet free us by serving as the lustrous key 

To our rusted manacles 

Traces of the forms 

Dance on the wall 

In time with flames 

That provide false warmth