Solace and Serenity - The Acacia Strain

It’s not the dying that hurts

It’s the waiting to die

Crippled existence

Fire fueled with gasoline

Life is beautiful, the world is pristine

We have been bound unseen

The walls of existence remain unclean

No solace, no safety

Remain calm, we lack serenity

No burn

We all slowly decay

(Slowly decay)

The final sores have opened, weeping wounds

It’s worse than we were hoping, seeking doom

We built a dungeon but we locked ourselves in

Now we are the monsters dripping with sin

No solace, no safety

Remain calm, we lack serenity

No burn

We all slowly decay

Slow decay of reality

Slow decay of reality

Left floating somewhere God will never find

Left floating somewhere God will never find

Slow decay, left floating somewhere God will never find

Left floating somewhere God will never find

(In the beginning it is always dark)

Gravity takes over and we fall

May God have mercy on us all

I am the lucid dream