Lyrics House of the Centenary - WRVTH

House of the Centenary

Text pressed and formed
Bound by rubble and lead
17 bold scribbles and scratches
Hidden under a cloud of graphite dust
A constant smear under a heavy hand
Yields magma from every movement inscribed
Igneous rock set in place
Was swept away easily by four winds
At that moment
The illusion of good times
Would shine clearer than those 3 poignant lines
When the prose was first composed
It was written out in lead
Malleable
Erasable
Years passed
Pages turned
All it took was a sleight of hand
For a permanence to solidify
Further into the notebook
Even the author himself couldn’t see the transition stand
It happened so subtly
Yet it happened so quick
Structures easily erased
Became forged by steel and ink
Gravel that manifested a message
That wasn’t his choice to preserve
The author was always tortured
But new lies would bring him relief
And if he gets a chance to write the ending
It would be such of an ideal release
But until that moment passes
He will slowly tear down his beliefs
By staying away from the open windows
And to honor his musings as complete