Self Portraits Of The Instincts - The Human Abstract

By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are

As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge

Blessings made at a house in the distance

An unworthy authority looking to find a worthy culprit

Accounting lost, stranded hindsight, words were not enough

Repeat the cycle with devils in your veins

More than simply shaken, a line divides

Blood ties are forsaken, grudges still are found

In kindred we are bound

By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are

As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge

So deep in our blood, ages come, ages go, never freed

Never

That’s what you told me

Time and again we have them down on their knees

Beg for mercy, beg, time and again

How many times will I be called to feel this rage?

How many times will I be taken to that place?

No peace of mind until the seas run dry

By burden of blood we saw reflections of who we are

As the knowledge that burns in our hearts takes charge

Forced to inflict these scars, reflections of who we are

A legacy carried on too long