"Tao Of The Dead Part III" lyrics

[Gods We Really Are]

Part of the way is our faith in ourselves
Where the paths grow vague
Through a deep and dark descent
Where there's sound
All around
Drags us down

Part of the test we must enter by ourselves
To that garden place where only self remains where
There's no sound
Only one
As silence comes
When we've lost our tongue

Something fails and all of faith goes flying 'gainst the wall
A waste of life to compromise the gods we really are

Will you walk me through the waste
Would you guide me cross the plain
Would you help me to escape
Would you climb me the peaks

Gazing down
At the world
Spreading out
Like a map upon the clouds

Something tells me there's no bringing back the years we've lost
Waste of time to try to find the gods we really are
Something fails and all of faith goes flying 'gainst the wall
We waste a life to compromise the gods we really are

[Once the War Was Fought]

Once the war was fought
Returned to find that he had lost his call
No map or light to guide him
He struck out against this angry world

Lyrca caught a light
And tried to chase it through the waterfall
With a gasp she rises
Soon to find that she is all alone

Dawn is bright, her
Sister evening quite lachrymose
Every day divide the
Sun with night above the angry world

Governess, with silent
Eyes behind spying spectacles
Watches Lyrca as she
Wills the murderer to the storm

[Time's Twisting Line]

Always with time's twisting line
Hid in the eyes drifting sigh
Lit from below and above
The face of my love

Hold up the sun with both hands
Sift through the layers of sands
Push back the waves with your mind
My love divine

If you go following the line
Systems and stars will be your guide
Come back to me and be mine
Forever my one

If you climb the clouds hold the sun with both your hands
If you split the earth carve anew the sea and land
If you find that heaven is still not enough
To fill you my one

[Divisive Measures]

Been pacing places in search for weeks
Gonna take a crack and break this downstreak

Going on a Hong Kong escapade
Finding time to fuck with the NS of A

Been skulled by some cheap Lapland dance
Tried to fight back but missed my last chance

I don't mind the gap I don't tow the line
The eye of truth don't need to read my mind

It's mine

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[Gods We Really Are (Reprise)]

Part of the key is the faith of our peers
As a presence leads
Though a valley of our fears
And they stand
Like a crown
Of roses and thorns
To whom we've been reborn

Something tells me there's no bringing back the years we've lost
Wasting time by trying to find the path were really on
Something breaks and all of faith goes flying 'gainst the wall
A waste of life to compromise the gods we really are