From the recording In the Garden of Turmoil
Lyrics
We did crawl in The Garden of Turmoil.
And you did claw with me into the soil
of this earth that has, so viciously,
tried to bury many alive, take a soul
as more than the ferryman takes a toll.
Far more costly than an Obol.
Many have died, and many cannot thrive.
How is it that we (out of all) are blessed to survive?
A global affliction— it's pandemonium.
What makes 'us' so (very) special?
That in times so fateful,
We should escape the crematorium
and not 'those' people.
To seize the seed that births new life,
as others cling to their strife and
Asylum-like delirium.
We stand at the outpost of love's guilt,
notwithstanding, on the contrary, imperium.
My heart beats for you, but it does bleed for them.
Away from a sanctuary— possessed by remorse in bedlam.
From sanguine to exsanguine! Too far from any heaven.