The Blinds Cage Lyrics - Under The Sun - Mark Pritchard

Amongst the many different people 

and the many different places 

where do I stand in the eyes amongst the many different faces 

as a stranger 

peering like a spy into a window 

not recognising who is staring back at the face 

for sorrow has always played its part well as a thorn in my memory 

I cast my eyes in the direction of heavens attention for an answer 

? for a look of sad reign 

Ironically reflecting a heart turned black 

..midnight 

Once the body betrayed me, became a relic of its former self 

Since our birth we saw we die, as difficult to confront as it's impossible to avoid 

For fear is no longer an option 

My time grows scarse and as of now 

My saga in life has come to an end 

I besieged the heavens to clench my desire 

and release me from the sentence since my births incarceration 

It is as if I am bound by some oath to the confines of the flesh 

becoming more of a shackle than release 

a vessel that once provided pleasure 

now knows no boundaries of pain 

inclined in a diagonal point of view 

taken from the bed of my final rest 

past the bedpost I see it 

glowing at me 

and like a mine 

she just restored me 

using the motion to interpret the words 

speaking alanguage 

knowing that I will fail to understand 

intrigued I havenothing better to do than lie here 

and watch wanting desperately to rise myself from this prison 

clearly her features emerged from some burried memory 

once hexed by a lover long lost and stepping into focus 

a long last the certainity of death daunts upon me to bring the end the end of the nightmare of a life I've had 

never did I doubt in existence of the beyond and I embrace my faith with glee 

powerless I fall victim to its persuasions 

held as though I had no weight, she peeled away all my inhibitions like an orange 

not looking at who I was but what she could make me 

tearing into me like unwrapping gift of the flesh 

as each thrust of her tongue savours the warmth of my being 

drawing me near like a child towards mothers bosom 

her face was a beauty I feared would disappear if I turned 

deeply her jaws clamped around mine seductively drawing a life of me 

into a spectrum of the deepest 

black 

hovering eye sealed by the letter forever asleep 

a weary consciousness used to distinguish dream from reality 

vanquished the line that divide slumber from death 

hold a breath of the movement of lungs 

felt frozen as life giving sap of blood cuts its current 

to the veins 

the moment the soul drifts from the body 

to crumble like unmoisturised clay 

the presence of disembodied essence is like stepping 

into an elevator shaft