No Motiv – Fall From Grace

Long days have been thereafter

Inching forward closer into the fires

Of self-indulgence of an empire wasted

Outside it’s falling from it’s grace

Is this all we have to show

The falling of a dynasty of sacred

Out of past into unkown

It’s in the cards but it’s out of my hands

Bleeding dry of any truth and any substance

Drowned out and left to make us beg

For something more than a thrill instantaneous

The white noise paints us black again

Is this all we have to show

The falling of a dynasty of sacred

Out of past into unkown

It’s in the cards but it’s out of my hands

Faded now behold I stand before a dim lit sky

Only time now can tell me of a way I can find

Some methodical procedure that can fill my soul

Empty out the blackness and fill the hole

Get me back on axis and out of the cold

Leave me now to bring back the days of old

How can we go so easily from classics

To all times of low

No shame to show only our greed

Taking the life from our own

Bloodflow that once fueled the fires of all

Every now and then I see it all

For what it’s worth

Empties out the blackness and fills the hole

Gets me back on axis and out of the cold

Leaves me now to bring back the days of old