Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition Come, my patient one, talk with me in sedition This is not a dream This is not at all what it seems to be After all is spoken, after all believe After all is written in my eyes for those to see After all is broken, after all the lines are crossed And all the scars have opened Inside my possessions are all my obsessions, alive This is not my crime… This is my confession The sound of my silence was lost in The violence of time… Revelation mine I’m wandering in madness, I’m pondering the time I’m trapped inside my own mind, I’m haunted by design I live to light the future and not define the past I want to find the answers and I hope to find The man behind the mask The prophet, the dreamer, the hero, the healer and I All of us in line… The priest and the preacher, the tyrant The teacher and I… Revelation mine… I’m praying for a sign Revelation mine Come, my fateless son, walk with me through perdition Come, my faithful one, talk with me in sedition Jesus is my superstition Now his name is nailed into the poet’s eyes Solemnly he stands alone to claim the prophet’s time It’s all beyond divine… Revelation mine It’s all beyond the violence of the mind When the mind and the madness takes us When the heart and the sadness breaks us When illusion claims us, shapes us, makes us see When I close my eyes, it’s murder, when I open time It slips away from me in paralyzed persona and delusion In the course of our destruction, at the source of our despair In the darkness, seeking darkness, reaching towards the pain I’m standing there