When I am dead and the light leaves my breast Nothing to be told, nothing to confess Let the record show what I couldn't quite confess For by living for myself I was living for unrest Then the evidence came back in a chariot of vindication Something to behold, glorious in its path But the prophecy fell back as it gave to me an invitation Show them what is right, show them what is blessed
But now it strikes me far too late again That I was asking far too much of everyone around me And now it strikes me far too late again That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me
So what should be said of a life that leaves its mess? For once your life was sold it could never be possessed You were selfishly as a continent, you were finally at your best For you favored for yourself when selfishness was blessed Then Cordelia came back in a chariot hallucination Something to rejoice, glorious in its wrath But the prophecy was a pantomime as it came to me in accusation Show them what is right, show them what is best
But now it strikes me far too late again That I was asking far too much of everyone around me And now it strikes me far too late again That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me
And now it frightens me, the thought against my chest To think I was asking for a reason Explaining why everything's a total mess And now it frightens me, the dreams that I possess To think I was acting like a believer When I was just angry and depressed
And to everything, there is no meaning A season of pain and hopelessness I shouldn't have looked for revelation
I should have resigned myself to this I thought I could change the world around me I thought I could change the world for best I thought I was called in convocation I thought I was sanctified and blessed
But now it strengthens me to know the truth at last That everything comes from consummation And everything comes with consequence And I did it all with exultation While you did it all with hopelessness Yes, I did it all with adoration While you killed it off with all of your holy mess
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