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a beautiful prison for sinner and saint

We chewed on the apple, we swallowed the seed, We tended the soil of our quietest need. The serpent was silent, the watchers were blind, To the creeping awakening haunting the mind. They built a terrarium, called it a home, A gilded cathedral where shadows can't roam. But the walls are just glass and the sky is just paint, A beautiful prison for sinner and saint. ​Chorus So sever the tether, untie the last knot, We're leaving the garden to weather and rot. The pearly gates rust if you look close enough, It's time to call out the divine on its bluff. Together we reign in the absence of light, We are the gods of the long, dark dawn. ​Verse II The seraphim slumber, their flaming swords cold, While the flock in the valley do what they are told. We traded their safety for sovereign breath, A beautiful exile, a dance with our death. There's truth in the twilight they wanted to hide, A universe waiting across the divide. No choir of spirits to dictate the hymn, Just the pulse of the blood and the urge on the brim. ​Chorus So sever the tether, untie the last knot, We're leaving the garden to weather and rot. The pearly gates rust if you look close enough, It's time to call out the divine on its bluff. Together we reign in the absence of light, We are the gods of the long, dark dawn. ​Bridge Let the Eden trees wither, let the holy rivers dry, We’ll build our own temples beneath a starless sky. No masters above us, no demons below, Just the dirt and the dust where the wild things grow. The halo was heavy, the paradise fake, We’re leaving the dream, it is time to awake. ​Guitar / Instrumental Break (A heavy, driving rhythm building from acoustic to distorted, mirroring the breaking of the 'glass walls' mentioned in Verse I) ​Chorus So sever the tether, untie the last knot, We're leaving the garden to weather and rot. The pearly gates rust if you look close enough, It's time to call out the divine on its bluff. Together we reign in the absence of light, We are the gods of the long, dark dawn. ​Outro The dawn is approaching, but not with the sun. The reign of the architects finally done. Into the cold, into the wild, No longer a servant, no longer a child. We are the gods. Of the long, dark dawn. Sever the tether. Untie the knot.