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
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 in 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

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