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I ask that you return me
The years I did ignore thee
And with my burden bury
The weight of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of life
Before my soul departs
Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me
And I cannot fake what I tried to make of myself - a God
Please heal me
The halls of countless eriudite teeming with the self deified
Cloaked in snuffy habiliments
No need to strive for holiness
When beauty dies she leaves behind the scars of dreams abandoned long ago
Where myriad wonders once repelled the onslaught of decay
Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal dismay
And out of joy is sorrow born the stained white halls are now forlorn
Wisdom calls from these halls
Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me and I cannot fake - please heal
So very wise in their own eyes
The world's great minds will one day find
That for life they studied, worked, and pined
But in wisdom made by man alone that a high IQ with low regard
Will be dethroned and from heaven barred
Wisdom calls from these halls
I ask that you return me
The years I did ignore thee
And with my burden bury
The weight of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of life
Before my soul departs
- Album:
- Onward To Freedom
- Antiseptic Bloodbath
- Crawl To China
- Carry The Wounded (EP)
- Vanishing Lessons
- Psycho Surgery
- Stop The Bleeding
- Miscellaneous
- Psychosurgery
- Microscopic View of a Telescopic Realm
- Carry the Wounded
- Where Moth and Rust Destroy
- The Collected Works of Tourniquet
- Pathogenic Ocular Dissonance
- Acoustic Archives
- Intense Live Series, Volume 2
- Extremely Loud Guitar Disc
- Hot Metal Summer III
- Intense Live Series: Tourniquet / Deliverance / Die Happy
- Rock On: Christian Loud