Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm Hides in the softest eyes
And ponderous smiles manifest denial But heavy heartless Conscious of our load
Hurled by dreams into a separate world We dig the thoughtless earth

With fingers lighter than the breath Of lifeless minds awaiting death On this Mercyground

What may transpire in this stagnant posture Tradition multiplies
Where repetition reigns and the air smells of age And prayers of sightless Blind us to the earth
Disenchantment sings in voices fortified Our sleep is justified

Prone and weary from descent Our eyes reflect empyrean On this Mercyground
Safe inured we lay to rest Pinioned by our helplessness On this Mercyground

Empty smiles drag us down Until we softly kiss the ground And all movement is lost
Silently we all sink down Embraced within this Mercyground And all movement is lost