Lyrics From The Shadows - Tarot

From The Shadows

Prayer ain’t no key
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind
Never meant to make you free
Prayer, insanity
You compete for the never complete
And it just won’t make you see
Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations
More down there where they came from
Drunken revelations
From the shadows of time
The dead are singing their lies
Their dirt is in your eyes
No one who believes dies
From the shadows of stones
Laughter of their rattling bones
Their dirt will cover your eyes
No one who believes dies
Prayer, masked devilry
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke
And you just can’t let it be
Pick your god…
From the shadows…