38th Parallel. Clouded. Zeneszám

Blow?s been dealt and is taken its toll
Listless, I stumble like a drunk in the cold
Questioning foundations and a hope I took for granted
See my soul choked by the rope of a slanted view of reality, so it seems
And maybe I?ve been living in some childish day dream
As not but dust in motion, insignificant drop in an endless ocean

So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you

Cut off at the knees and gasping for breath
Grieving for my hope as it totters on the brink of death
Watching the sun fade and run down ears go deaf to
The ancient thundering Sound of creations singing I?m clinging
So tight to these questions I can?t hear its chorus ringing like some Perpetual dancer I?m running and spinning in search of the answers

So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you

In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame

So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you