Gnostic Front Lyrics

it's tragic to concede geothermals,
to take the deus from the machina,
and yet what could i have done?
i bowed my head and just injured my neck.
what could i have said?
oh yes, TS,
i have stuttered your words.
what could i accept?
because if it's all or nothing,
then i've made my choice.
what must i reject?
and i know that in silence
there is wisdom,
but i know that this beauty
is marred with peter's scars.
and i know that in this vastness
is veneration,
but the bone was broke
when nicea spoke.
the beauty becomes
the model becomes
the law becomes
the weight becomes
the wisdom.
not so far from surrendering myself,
not so far from letting my sandcastles get washed away,
not so far from wallowing in the pity,
effaced or striking my own d*** pose.
but i know that in silence
there is wisdom,
and i know that this beauty
is marred with peter's scars,
and i know that in this vastness
is veneration,
but i know that i can't walk this road
with my bones broke.