Geoulah

Cold world
Turned to ashes
Dust scattered
Sign of disgrace

In the depth of Geoulah
In the city that never sleeps
I dream our Messiah
In the awakened mist

Imbues by the choice
Of our own possession
Tied up to the past
An infliction

In the depth of Geoulah
In the city that never sleeps
I dream our Messiah
In the awakened mist

Decaying organic matter
Not special or unique
A smirking revenge
Know and not fear

Down herе
Born to fall
Down here
Geoulah