Elegiac Lyrics - Monuments - This Or The Apocalypse

My place lies not in that immortal sea. 

I am just a penance. 

Diurnal unbalance. 

A fissure is shutting off in between 

The song that we don't hear, 

The end that we don't feel. 

We will walk ever calmly, 

In the sound of your warfare, 

No motion, 

No force 

Rich beyond the wealth of kings. 

Of bane we know of not to witness 

But in the grass that rises from the grave. 

That is us. 

A thousand notes ring out. 

That is us. 

The chill that is in your gut. 

That is us. 

The acknowledgement rash 

in all your solitude 

is the weight of the human nature. 

A busy spade 

left unremembered 

in plain view, again, 

Alive in thoughts too deep for any tears, 

The silence of the spirit, 

A mutilated bower 

We throw in vein against our very earth. 

The sky is bearing down. 

Piety in guilt. 

All we are is the debris 

Spinning around, 

Betrayed. 

Go and gather all we know 

In purest silence. 

Then nothing more.