Prophet Set to Witness-Axamenta

[00:00.932](03/28/1879 A.D. 4.50 AM, London, England) [00:16.966]I opened my eyes and I saw everything [00:24.228]The blueprints of the greater design [00:27.860]The curse of knowing [00:29.192]And being set to witness is mine [00:38.883]All my words they burn with revelations [00:42.566]Jagged sulphur dissolving the unknown [00:46.250]But they fall all upon deafened ears [00:49.959]Smothered on London’s cold cobblestones [00:53.956]The deadweight of my knowledge [00:57.378]Deprives me from sanity [01:00.931]Twist my words to mirrorspeech [01:04.797]For I fail to make them see [01:08.584]No choice is left to those [01:11.719]Burdened (with the darkest of secrets) [01:14.958]Thus from the pulpit I [01:17.675]Scream to the pavement’s soul of stone. [01:22.403] [01:53.384]The deadweight of my knowledge [01:56.911]Deprives me from sanity [02:00.620]Twist my words to mirrorspeech [02:03.755]For I fail to make them see [02:09.241]I will be the last shackle [02:11.148]In this EVER-ARCH-I-TECH-TURE [02:15.301]For it is too much to bare, to hold [02:19.350]The chainreaction is terminated [02:26.586]Yet so many revelations [02:29.616]of one clear image to see [02:32.882]they all paint one scene: [02:35.206]“A world covered in graves” [02:52.055] [03:07.102](monologue) [03:21.966] [03:29.332]“I am set to witness” [03:31.579]No choice is left to those burdened [03:37.770]Thus from the pulpit I scream [03:42.106]To the cellwalls’s cushioned souls of stone [03:44.535]No choice is left to those burdened [03:50.909]Thus from the pulpit I scream [03:55.481]To the cellwalls’s cushioned souls of stone