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The cold gleam of distant stars, of silent spheres
They do not care who's right, who's wrong, who's blind with tears
They fly on through the cosmic, muted hush
Knowing no pain of a soul that's been crushed
We gaze above, we search for answers there
Clenching our own small planets in despair
But every step, and every breath we take
Is God himself, a truth for us to make
The Lord has punished us by giving reason
So we would learn our pain beyond a season
So, seeing light, we'd yearn for shades of night
And seek out heaven on a scorched earth's site
We forge our chains from thoughts both great and deep
And in them, helplessly, we hang and sleep
The crown of knowledge – only thorns and blood
Is this a gift... or a terrifying love?
A beast is fed and sleeps, it does not dream
Of life's true meaning, or of spring's new gleam
It simply is, it breathes, it runs its race
The law of instinct holds it in its place
But we erect our temples to the skies
And whisper, "God, give us our daily bread!" with hopeful cries
We read the signs, we draw the ancient runes
But every word with bitter guilt attunes
The Lord has punished us by giving reason
So we would learn our pain beyond a season
So, seeing light, we'd yearn for shades of night
And seek out heaven on a scorched earth's site
We forge our chains from thoughts both great and deep
And in them, helplessly, we hang and sleep
The crown of knowledge – only thorns and blood
Is this a gift... or a terrifying love?
I would exchange the wisdom of the wise
For a child's serene and brightly shining eyes
For faith in miracles, a simple plea
Where there is only "yes," and "no" can't be
But I was given reason, like a blade
So with its edge, my own soul I'd invade
And in the silence, hoping for a sign
I ask, "Oh God, what is this grand design?"
The Lord has punished us by giving reason!
And this deep pain can't be cured by decree or season!
We see the light, but reach for shadows grim
And pray to executioners of our own whim!
We weave our chains from thoughts both great and deep!
In this whole world, you're just an outcast sheep!
The crown of knowledge – only thorns and blood!
Forgive us, God, for this terrifying love!
Forgive us, God
For this terrifying love!
For this terrifying love!
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