Vorga - Divine

In magnitudes
So many platitudes
Patting backs and rubbing shoulders
Between the plaster cracks
Frayed and empty
On the heap of forgotten time

A tiny tract
A bloody scar
Impact a purpose in the ether
Self-referential
Exaltation
A joke lost on the crowd

White knuckle
Downward spiral
Just close your eyes
And smile
Swallowed
In the body of a monster
There was never a way
To stop this ride

Barbaric lunacy
Rebranded unity
Our loss
Our gain
Reinterpretation
Justification
Wounds fall on deaf ears

Stoke the engine
That's what we're told
But don't dare ask
To where we go

The fuel is here
Don't look too close
This is a furnace
Full of burnt hope

Stoke the engine
the aim is clear
Getting there
Not staying here

Don't draw the windows
You'll be surprised
We're not moving
Just passing time

This enterprise
Overwrought demise
Time sold at half the price
Pointless meandering
Fragile pandering
Drained a lake to build a well

A tiny tract
A bloody scar
Impact a purpose in the ether
Self-referential
Exaltation
A joke lost on the crowd

Divine
Our lives
Divine
We're blind
Divine
Or we're forsaken
Divine
Divine

White knuckle
Downward spiral
Just close your eyes
And smile
Swallowed
In the body of a monster
There's no way
To stop this ride
Barbaric lunacy
Rebranded unity
Our loss
Our gain
Reinterpretation
Justification
Wounds fall on deaf ears