A Subtle Collapse by Eric Clayton Lyrics
And we all fall down…
Where is the love lost between us?
Where is the hope left to heal us?
Where is the light that I used to see?
Where is the man that I used to be?
There is the trauma inside you
There in the drama beside you
Here in the arms of induction
Here is the path of destruction…
All of this time we’ve been waiting
All of our hopes have been fading
All of the seams have been ripped apart
All of our dreams have been martyred and
Left in the dark… turning inward… burning out…
Make believe it’s not just madness
We deceive ourselves in the sadness
Hold us in this sacred realm of tyrants
This is not a war, this is just a murder
This is not to bind you in seclusion…
This is not to blind you in its self-imposed delusions
Pushing them away, forcing them to stay, time and
Time again, kneel before the dying of a stranger…
Turning inward… burning out…
And we all fall down, and we all fall down
And we all get lost along the way
And we all get turned around
Kneel before me now!
A falling away into nothing
A calling, it fades into something divine
A subtle collapse in the story
A subtle collapse and the glory, the glory is mine
All the senseless suffering in time
Stamped upon these lifeless things of mine
Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair
All beside remains, boundless and bare…
Look into my eyes – look upon my face
Look at my demise – look at my decay
Look at my decay…
Where is the love lost between us?
Where is the hope left to heal us?
Where is the light that I used to see?
Where is the man that I used to be?
There is the trauma inside you
There in the drama beside you
Here in the arms of induction
Here is the path of destruction…
All of this time we’ve been waiting
All of our hopes have been fading
All of the seams have been ripped apart
All of our dreams have been martyred and
Left in the dark… turning inward… burning out…
Make believe it’s not just madness
We deceive ourselves in the sadness
Hold us in this sacred realm of tyrants
This is not a war, this is just a murder
This is not to bind you in seclusion…
This is not to blind you in its self-imposed delusions
Pushing them away, forcing them to stay, time and
Time again, kneel before the dying of a stranger…
Turning inward… burning out…
And we all fall down, and we all fall down
And we all get lost along the way
And we all get turned around
Kneel before me now!
A falling away into nothing
A calling, it fades into something divine
A subtle collapse in the story
A subtle collapse and the glory, the glory is mine
All the senseless suffering in time
Stamped upon these lifeless things of mine
Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair
All beside remains, boundless and bare…
Look into my eyes – look upon my face
Look at my demise – look at my decay
Look at my decay…