Conception Lyrics

An Impact, a force so fierce
it shakes the earth.
Beginning tremors;
this is conception.
The shock leaves him faint,
Surrounded by ruin,
fire, and destruction.

This man lies naked and alone
in a crater that he
seems to have created.
He comes to,
looks at his new surroundings
as if he was just conceived.

“Here I am, standing alone
at the threshold of the world.
These colors so vivid,
no longer the cynic,
I’m the prophecy foretold.”

This pit, for ever so brief, is called home.
But is only within arm’s length,
for beyond what he can see is unknown.

A dark cloud with a silver lining
gazed into his heart and spoke,
He climbs to the ledge
of his abyss with anticipation.
Step by step scaling the wall,
he rises to see the plain of his existence.
A dark cloud with a silver lining
gazed into his heart and spoke

I see its symmetry that is unparalleled.
Like a child’s first sight of heaven,
Like a man’s first sight of hell.

“Here I am, standing alone
at the threshold of the world.
These colors so vivid,
no longer the cynic,
I’m the prophecy foretold.”

A prophecy that’s
instantly incomprehensible,
A fight to see,
that seems to be impossible.

“Here I am, standing alone
at the threshold of the world.
These colors so vivid,
no longer for the cynic,
I’m the prophecy foretold.”