Low-End Sanctity

Lonely, lonely, lonely

And lost to the world

Phony. phony, phony

With less care to give

The new paradigm has shifted to a more surreal cause

As the mistake to not participate ripples all flaws

I am no longer the judge of circumstance

But the misgiver of wrongful entrance

Once foretold a man cannot live on his word alone

However each statement builds a new home

Turmoil is the result of plans not finished

As disappointment reigns for those awaiting the end of the line

One must adhere to the crowd to the sublime income

For in my own light I have not seen the shine

The earth's view is not mine alone

Broken and shattered in a tireless fight

Wishing for another moment to make it right

But the interval is always fleeting and does not generate response

Miracles introspectively reveal the inevitable failure to launch

These words are nothing

These thoughts are even less

A cruel fate is the only thing left to test

Will a hero arise to spark a sense of renewal

Or will the dark spiral continue to engulf 

The predictable conclusion is one of illusion

If you can believe in things that are not true

So what am I to do from here forth

Live a life of God's approval

Only I have no idea how long it can last

Showing plans for a laugh

Causes tears for a presenter

Heaven and hell has paths to enter