Blackwater Park (Live)

Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the everlost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain.

Lepers coiled neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest.

Ghosts of friends frolic
under the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments.

Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease.

I am just a spectator
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with conceit
This doesn't concern me yet.

Still far from the knell
Taunting their bereavement
Mod round the dead
Point fingers at the details.

Probing vomits for more
Caight in unbridled suspense
We have all lost it now
Catching the flakes of dismay.

Born the travesty of man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
You're plucked to the mass
Parched with thirst for the wicked.

Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
The sun sets forever over Blackwater park.