The Sophist

In this voyage in silent abandon
To where the infinite remains
In endless oceans of hungry desolation
Where every light leaves its sway
Upon every gleaming vacant starbeam
You feel the gravity of ten suns
When hope is set so sparse between the the moments
A mind is starved and then becomes

Craving for the answers
Craving for something new
Deception on the inside
Becomes a part of you
Debasing, fabricating
False meaning into new
A sophist for the ages
Your biggest critic is the truth

Onwards
Clear of reason
Onwards
Beyond doubt

Fires raging
You're suffocating
Web of lies and past deceit
Truth is tangled and twisted and captured
Can't defeat what can't be found
We'll play your game
If it's all the same
We hear the echos of hallowed grounds

The choirs of betrayal
Rebounding
The chime of a desperate bell
Tolls in your ear

Craving for the answers
Craving for something new
Deception on the inside
Becomes a part of you
Debasing, fabricating
False meaning into new
A sophist for the ages
Your biggest critic is the truth