Division’s In Battle by Totem Of The Heart Lyrics

Gangs marauding potential hideaways,
Foiling inside blossomed alleyways
Escape; feasting on the flesh
That gently cradles the authenticity of mankind
Diversity; gazed upon a candlelight
In the furnaced sun; else forlorn of being blind

Gunpowder loaded into gauges of materialised weapon,
Bombshell scattered into heat-pyres
Flames gestured to drowse burdens of strange compete,
Debris litterеd on every corner of еach avenue and street,
We are phantoms of god's creation,
Framed in pools of brittle silence

A barn plastered, a cabin attic torn to bone,
A child’s first trip away from home
Faces stationary in mirrored windows,
Thoughts reflected
Confrontations of an unwilling hero
Soon directed
Carved notes on rusted paper reciting the story
About the troubled mast above the steeple

Such grow slimmer and younger each year,
As they doze over muskets and muse through their sideburns
Like concurrent statues before a commercial photograph,
Which shows the swift unfolding of the mushroom,
And a season too soon for turn

Stirred profiles, blurry vision
And this psychedelic season,
Which occurs right before our very eyes

My mind rebelled at the idiot laughter,
At the strange empires of mere insouciant faith;
We ran, we scoured
We feared, we cowered
As life diverged into our wake
With curling life in quick abundance,
People in retirement, apricating and lapsing in the ruing sun

Our frayed flags in absence,
And a three letter word that could obliterate anything
The sound of running tears,
Scrambling feet, uproar
And through this my ears assembled music from the chaos
Yet hope; like the drift of snow on winter’s eve