Revelation Mine

Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition
Come, my patient one, talk with me in sedition

This is not a dream
This is not at all what it seems to be

After all is spoken, after all believe
After all is written in my eyes for those to see
After all is broken, after all the lines are crossed
And all the scars have opened

Inside my possessions are all my obsessions, alive
This is not my crime… This is my confession

The sound of my silence was lost in
The violence of time… Revelation mine

I’m wandering in madness, I’m pondering the time
I’m trapped inside my own mind, I’m haunted by design
I live to light the future and not define the past
I want to find the answers and I hope to find
The man behind the mask

The prophet, the dreamer, the hero, the healer and I
All of us in line… The priest and the preacher, the tyrant
The teacher and I… Revelation mine… I’m praying for a sign

Revelation mine

Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition
Come, my faithful one, talk with me in sedition

Jesus is my superstition

Now his name is nailed into the poet’s eyes
Solemnly he stands alone to claim the prophet’s time

It’s all beyond divine… Revelation mine
It’s all beyond the violence of the mind

When the mind and the madness takes us
When the heart and the sadness breaks us
When illusion claims us, shapes us, makes us see
When I close my eyes, it’s murder, when I open time
It slips away from me in paralyzed persona and delusion
In the course of our destruction, at the source of our despair
In the darkness, seeking darkness, reaching towards the pain

I’m standing there