It Was A Dream...

[Mr. J]

Twisted deep into a spiral, the image was vital
needed...some say it was a gift, given from the bible
it made living and survival come with restrictions to hide you
because no one wants to see whats hidden inside you
so we abide to the rules, become bed ridden and trifle
imagine how it could be if you were lifted to my view...
a sinner's revival, dancing in the candle lit abyss
where the last hope to the world is handled with a kiss
see what you like, when you can, the rest is a dream or a lie
the truth if you see it, the rest you could seemlessly despise
we could evenly divide the choices, set a goal, keep it in sight
wake up your paranoia to the point you believe with your eyes
where...was I? creeping aside, watching the weak and the blind
who fought every moment, here's a shot...keep it in mind
oh how pitiful...a sinner's revival...in the candle lit abyss
the last light...hope...blown out and handled with a kiss