Garden Of Shadows Dissolution Of The Forms Lyrics

Dissolution Of The Forms Lyrics

The venerable one's



Doctrine was crowned upon us



Humanity's noontide gain...



But the king was a phantasm



The crown but a porous withered wreath



Upon a tattered grimace



Our myopic gaze



Of a diaphanous tenet



Occluded all thought



Of solidity



Encircled by the frail cannon



Beset by the strength of support



The confines of validity



Are entrenched in rough soil 



Traces of the forms



Dance on the wall...



Unrelenting iron



Sleek cold steel



Clings to our wrists



As a vulnerable child



(To the stoic guardian)



The dead weight of 



This permeable helmet



Anchors us to the motionless rocks of chaos



Reflections of fidelity



Distillations of veracity



Specters of substantiality



(Cavort upon the wall)



Must this burden 



Be bourne unto our backs



As the world



On Atlas' shoulders?



If we were to lose



Our grip on the globe



Could we laugh 



As we witnessed it



Crash into the stars?



The explosion will shower us



In the elements of experience



Encumber us with the weight



Of reality...



Yet free us by serving as the lustrous key



To our rusted manacles



Traces of the forms



Dance on the wall



In time with flames



That provide false warmth