Mocking Tongue

The split
The rupture
The unraveling to come
From the mouth of god now fall
The mind, the teeth, the tongue

The sins
The rapture
The threat of the impending flood
Answers to riddles he painted across the blinding sun

Mocking the failure of his own creation
To see the meaning of it all
Keeping a distance while the whispers still reach us
Spreading gospel of our faults

Crack our facade, weaken our foundation
Create illusions of shelter when ours begins to fall

We stitched the glimpses of our creator's failures into the portrait of man
Portrait of man

We made a god of a mirage when fate was in our hands

Within our own homeland, we wander as nomads
With another's tongue we speak
Chasing the paths left by our own tracks
Murmuring of what is left to see

We're of one mind; detached, in decline
Unwilling to accept
We can't survive what's left to find
A world left for dead

We can't survive
What's left to find
A world we've left for dead

We've left for dead

Mocking the promise of all we could be
With words we've spoken, never thought

Heads in the clouds, our kingdoms sunken beneath us
Our minds astray, our bodies rot

Broken, bred to spread our weakness
That some lines are never crossed

We made a god of a mirage
When fate slipped from our grip
With only thought, prisons were wrought
His words trapped us within

Tricks of the light we called divine
Following 'til our time's end
We can't survive what's left to find
A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find
A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find
A world we've left for dead
We can't survive what's left to find
A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find
A world we've left for dead
We can't survive what's left to find
A world we've left for dead