We Are Connected / Language of the Dead

The trail of the serpent And all our models of fear A generation buried Behind the ring of a city dead Now piercing the silence The map of our nightmare unfolds And our black and white lives Are suspended in dreams Cloaked in the tongue of the dead His voice like a scar through the dark As weightless eyes watching Pregnant with doom - the night Now piercing the silence The map of our nightmare unfolds And our black and white lives Are suspended in dreams The resolution of concepts A world without end is reborn Remnants of life Unbearable to itself And the coils of the serpent Unwind the structures of fear our generation hollow within the realms of a city dead language is weakness a consequence of hindered thoughts the reversal perpetual The world rises out of its darkness The resolution of concepts A world without end is reborn Remnants of life Unbearable to itself