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Album: Within The War Without Without The War Within
Track: #2
"The Mystic" Album Cut
Jeremy Tharp "The Mystic" - W6 Track 2
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