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Song: The Mystic

Within The War Without Without The War Within

Album: Within The War Without Without The War Within
Track: #2

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Recorded: February 7, 2012
Length: 3:25
Instrumentation: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

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Who would've thought an inspiration
Linked unto the darkest depths
Could warn that it might never come again

No fear of its invasion
Could prepare you for its threat
As it blinds you with its humblest dissent

Thus appeared to these spectators
A simple man of humble quest
Speaking nonsense no one fathomed what he meant

And by way of obfuscation
Riddles were his epithet
And an anthem for the life he would have led

A victim of the world could not have conquered it
And the hands he lay upon it weren't benign
A fury, a hell storm, were henceforth conjured with
Bewilderment and clarity entwined

Tangential to the rainbow is a flower in the way the reasons be
Bisecting interchanging paper folding hands beneath the trees
Sail on away from me to open up a portal to the sea
Rock bottom over heels and saddling an airless canopy

Chaos was consummated
His insight they did reject
He was a nuisance, irritating, at best glib

So since their law would suffocate him
He simply tried to pay his debt
But now we know he wasn't able to say when

And though he never was enabled
He was sired by regret
The proportions of a man who might have been

Expectedly they weren't prepared then
For the sadness that he left
In a tortured world that never would give in

A victim of the world could not have conquered it
And the hands he lay upon it weren't benign
From a jury, a patron, and an unrelenting wit
Came the tomb where he'll forever be enshrined

Distaste eternally and find yourself replace indignity
This dawning of an age is the twinkling of the ancient rivalry
Between the lines you see we drink the hand that speaks undoubtedly
Reached for the sky with open fist and coddled infant victory

Tangential to the rainbow is a flower in the way the reasons be
Bisecting interchanging paper folding hands beneath the trees
Between the lines you see we drink the hand that speaks undoubtedly
Reached for the sky with open fist and coddled infant victory
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