The Alchemist

Standing here, it's all so clear
Fighting this battle, that's deep within
Watching the ruins of my past crumble down
As we fall from grace
Now I'm looking back on all of the
Striving and hope to find the way
Where we can turn the darkest gem
And make it shine
But all is in vein as what I'm searching for
Is forevermore where I once began
In hindsight, I am sure nothing is ever as it may seem so
Don't turn rock to gold.

Waking up in a room full of filth and stench inside
Here it's been a war, late night hours for the cure
Working in solitude to find the formula
I don't want to believe that we cannot change what we see
There must be another way
Leave it behind, all of my prejudice
Fools are we all, but I am not crazy to just give it up
No matter what they say
I am discovering a way to make gold
Or at least that's what I thought at the time
Perfection is the goal as we trans mutate
Endless searching for noble commodities
Counting the cost of human sacrifice as
We pay the prize of our hunger for the shallowy dice
High time to endure the truth of life
Before it's too late so venture inside
Miss the core of You by holding on to the thought of You
Can you feel the deeper side of truth?
Perfection is the goal as we trans mutate
Endless searching for noble commodities
Counting the cost of human sacrifice as
We pay the prize of our hunger for the shallowy dice
High time to endure the truth of life
Before it's too late so venture inside
Miss the core of You by holding on to the thought of You
Can you feel the deeper side of truth?
Only pain and suffering
How do we evolve from it?
The mastery to experience the change within
Time and time again we lose ourselves again
So what is it that makes one fall off the edge into
Dark and lonely halls...
Blood deserted fields...
Does our maker play this trick on us or is it real?
As the story continues...
The man keeps wondering...
Struggling... Running in circles...
Desperately looking for a way out of his own demise
But suddenly... He comes to a realization...
There is another side to this golden coin...
Of which he has always yearned... To find
Creation cannot be defined
Nor can it be man-made
As I let go of me, myself and I
Now, Alchemy of life
Cataclysmic, catastrophic, upheaval of time
Innocence is reborn once we mine our inner cave
Cataclysmic, catastrophic, upheaval of time
Innocence is reborn once we mine our inner cave.