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