Adrift into Collapse Lyrics

Wrought dreams Of dim black conviction Your center cannot withhold When belief falls apart Of cold bleak effluence Into shapes of oblivion When belief falls apart In the shapes of oblivion Raised on the mound of solitude Left there to inhabit The untouchable Behold, A dying generation Passing in rates of certitude Slowly leaking into the past Shrouded by monuments of failure "Wrought dreams" Cold bleak effluence Of deep black conviction Summon the descending stairs into The dialog between soul and self Gaze upon the steep ascent Tethered to where thoughts do end Long past our imagination Tarnished by ancestral vouge The tongues of stone are making claims When intellect, no longer knows Ignorant courage Your smile covers All distress If we could exist once more What thoughts will never be? But if it changes it all What happens to The things we love? Where did you go?