Rygar

[Saint]

Rygar:
Friendships that last, people’s intentions unmasked
A mixture of climates, as if the temperature clashed
The sun’s sultry radiance covered by silver clouds…
…that blends harmony with shape, and scenery tilts the sound
Look away once, and you’ll feel like you’re missing out
The light serving to counteract and govern the hills of doubt
Imagening landscapes, God’s paintbrush is busy today
I’m tired, but sleep would only result in dimming his trace
And my girl, beauty dwells in both her face and mind
The tapestry of her virtue used to drape our lives
And she’s so honest, smarter than a brilliant author of books
Everyday she morphs into how I want her to look
But I can’t tell the difference, I purchased the bliss
I know reality’s shapeless, and yet I yearn for a kiss
I have a successful career, an income of incredible size
And parables cite how to put an end to the fear
But I can’t read, at least, I can’t read anything negative
This is the pain of real life being hit with a sedative
A dreamworld, of sweet comfort and glory
Until I realize it’s a web of deceit spun in a story
Life isn’t like this, it’s time to step back to the present
Some create their own prison, I imagined my heaven
The only fault that I noticed, there were no flaws to be known
How can I take delight in the highs, if I’ve never experienced the lows?
It tasted good to be honest, I was inventive and free…
But without the sour, the sweet isn’t as sweet


Optima:

Earth is now in time, that we'll hold in mythology
What blood has been shed for, the total equality
I look in the mirror, theres not a crack or a stain
So I look at my fellow man, but he's exactly the same
Technically my body's perfect, but I've really discovered
That its not, because I can't differenciate between me and the others
Constant euphoria, all other tools are null
Driving down the road of emotions on cruise control
But this is the world I created, its my concept
Now I finally realise, that perfection is imperfect
I must have made a mistake, admittedly that is
The price that you pay, when you make Utopia average
Something I must think of, in this world that I've made
Didnt just take the edge off the knife, but snapped off the blade
You can eat as much as you want, without recieving a pound
Or put a bullet in ya head, without a scream from the crowd
As you wont be able to feel it, no skin being torn
There is no good, euphorias mediocre, when it is the norm
Now i can see my mistakes, the light is just dawning
I took stock of my life, and my share prices had fallen
But now I understand, the rough comes with the smooth
Its not natural to take sadness away form the mood
I used to wanna be in control, now im not fearing anarchy
How can you know ecstacy, if you've never experienced agony