On Forgotten Ways - Black Anvil

One the only number

To nothing will this come

Three defeats our purpose

(take me please)

For everything’s undone

I the earth beneath you

Still higher than the tree

Do wooden lies bequeath you

With sullen eyes they seek

The beast he writhes in agony

Beside me within me

A part of me

We must feel unworthy

Yet trust the hand that feeds

Terminate this hunger

And solve this life’s disease

He makes it easy to attain

We can be the journey

Higher can we reach

Exist in dual autonomy

Plant my dirt plant my seed

And though I dream

What’s left to see

On forgotten ways are we

And though I tread

With eyes unseen

On forgotten ways are we

There is no furtherance

No need to reminisce

On forgotten ways are we

We are endlessly

It’s harder to remember

What never was

Comforting the cold and damp

We can be the journey

Higher can we reach

All is lost less your furtherance

Begone all shred

Of second chance

No longer faith per chance

Love is no more

I will be your opium

Higher can we reach

I will be your overdose

Higher will we reach

The beast he dies with dignity

Surround me amend me

Discover me

Kiss the hand that bleeds

And though I dream

What’s left to see

On forgotten ways are we

And though I tread

With eyes unseen

On forgotten ways are we

There is no furtherance

No need to reminisce

On forgotten ways are we