AT THE HEART OF ALL THINGS BROKEN

Eye-to-eye with the skyline
In solitude by the windowpane
I watch as nights descend upon
A twilight city, glazed in rain
And staring back at me
From deep inside the glass and steel
My own disfigured image
My own disfigured image
Marred and stained, it is revealed

As from ashes, rise a monolithic tower
An obelisk comprised in my disguise
Founded on the remnants of humanity
Thus, for transcendence, I have paid the price
Oh, I have paid the price

We could trace the ruins' shadow back to greatness
Sense the strength and grace of times gone by
Still, they're but decrepit tombs and epitaphs
Of power, pride, and loss, and so am I

In depths of tragedy resides
In depths of tragedy resides
A seed of the sublime
At the heart of all things broken
At the heart of all things broken
A spark of the divine
A spark of the divine

And I have seen the vibrant sheen
The eye's inherent alchemy
Intoxicated rhapsody
A madness in which I remain
And any fragile impulse
To return, to love, would be in vain
This antler crown exceeds beyond
The arch to your domain