Threads of Measure

Torn by travel, toil and treason
 Tied by fraying lines
 Devil drowning voice of reason
 Dire decaying mind
 Mending miles with threads of measure
 Letting loose all lies
 Unraveling lines of pain and pleasure
 A life of death defied
 Swollen hands laid down like the light of hope
 Falls in fragments from self-dealt fatal blows
 And burns our eyes with bold bursts of fires known
 Yet sewn so tight to us we can't let go
 'Round unholy chasms and up hollow hills
 We steady our horsepower and summon our will
 To embrace what's behind what is seen and is haunting us still
 What was one has become individual parts
 Devoid of the source where this ritual starts
 With our wills overthrown at the whim of habitual hearts
 One day no sordid soul will shout it's purpose
 Corralling lost accomplices around
 When thunder voices cease to shower us with locust
 Will you be ready to recieve the underground?
 Shape-shifting morality rise and decline
 A tic-tocking time bomb hard wired to the mind
 We pursue what's perceived as a short cut to achieve the sublime
 One day no sordid soul will shout it's purpose
 Corralling lost accomplices around
 When thunder voices cease to shower us with locust
 Will you be ready to recieve the underground?