Pathfinder

1)
Long years have passed
Since I came here last
Longing for salvation

For a glimpse of hope
Disillusioned mind
Far from contemplation

Your enchanted words
They made me deaf
Twisted my imagination

Almost brought me down
Stripped my soul
Mental devastation

Refrain:
Don't expect me to turn around
Play the piper for the crowd
Take the stage and praise this cold
Unrelenting wasteland

Fool the masses, wear your shroud
Build a fortress, high and proud
King of chaos, keep your crown
In your barren dreamland

2)
You were father, saviour, guiding light
In a world of deprivation
But you crushed what's good with corruptive force
Until all that remained
Was desperation

Refrain:
Don't expect me to turn around
Play the piper for the crowd
Take the stage and praise this cold
Unrelenting wasteland

Fool the masses, wear your shroud
Build a fortress, high and proud
King of chaos, keep your crown
In your barren dreamland


Copyright Lara Möller, 2014