Fall From Grace (No Motiv)

Long days have been thereafter Inching forward closer into the fires Of self-indulgence of an empire wasted Outside it's falling from it's grace Is this all we have to show The falling of a dynasty of sacred Out of past into unkown It's in the cards but it's out of my hands Bleeding dry of any truth and any substance Drowned out and left to make us beg For something more than a thrill instantaneous The white noise paints us black again Is this all we have to show The falling of a dynasty of sacred Out of past into unkown It's in the cards but it's out of my hands Faded now behold I stand before a dim lit sky Only time now can tell me of a way I can find Some methodical procedure that can fill my soul Empty out the blackness and fill the hole Get me back on axis and out of the cold Leave me now to bring back the days of old How can we go so easily from classics To all times of low No shame to show only our greed Taking the life from our own Bloodflow that once fueled the fires of all Every now and then I see it all For what it's worth Empties out the blackness and fills the hole Gets me back on axis and out of the cold Leaves me now to bring back the days of old