Haunted

Along the banks of rivers Zion

Sang a fallen and forsworn

The chain

Of human rage

And let between an ocean rain

And lambs so led, I stayed

If this be life, our evening's prayer

Or death's denouement

A thorned idyll that's offered no one

And I've stood for no one

Then father, I'm nowhere

I'm no closer to your throne

Swirling forth, the sea conscripted

Each, the dead and nursery rhyme

At voice

A trailing drone

And baptized by the breath of pain

I crossed heart's knave and swore

If this be life, our evening's prayer

Or death's denouement

A thorned idyll that's offered no one

And I've stood for no one

Then father, I'm nowhere

I'm no closer to your throne

Swirling forth (Swirling)

The dead and nursery rhyme

If this be life, our evening's prayer

Or death's denouement

A thorned idyll that's offered no one

And I've stood for no one

Then father, I'm nowhere

I'm no closer to your throne

Pacific glass, these gifts rend senseless

And knell, repentless

The auger of the cosmic traveler

As god's own straggler

Who's vowed, unopposed

To embody word and shore