{Part 1}
I'm on my course, no regrets, no tomorrow
Thoughts flashing color so that I let my mind rest
Those three words that I hate hearing, that I heard that day
Should I have felt something?
The sun burns through the clouds, and I take it all to the mouth
Turn to bluest of skies, where vultures fly
I'm alright, just stay my hand, I'm blurring everything I heard
In the wasp's nest
In the wasp's nest
{Part 2}
Star-crossed was I from the day when it first to me spoke
Matured in every fashion and tenacity became my hope
Far gone but was it wrong to seek a familiar mind?
I'll concede it might've gleaned unto those thoughts which I'd so kept confined
Where the Gnostics say Sophia, Lilith say the Christians
So the double headed Janus is the truth of what it is
And this wretched spectre hides beneath a cruelest dual visage
One so clouded by delusion it's been trapped within it's own mirage
Soon was I forsaken for my heart would not suffice
Was not the one who'd lead the sun down seeping through the winter ice
Tear down the listening walls before they rant what to reprise
Frozen sludge flows through the creek, the trees are grey, as is the evening sky