Lyrics

They walked where the dirt saw no man before
Where daylight spoke in tongues of silence
Beneath horizons stretched like worn-out cloth
They carved their thoughts into compliance
The world behind them kept its noise
While skies above unraveled quiet threads
Their hunger was not for flesh or gold
But for a voice hidden in what’s unsaid

Buried names in desert winds
Forgotten lives where faith begins
A refuge sought from crowded cries
Where barren truths and grace collide

Leave behind the walls of men
Seek the place where silence mends
(Running in place)
When noise consumes the hearts of kings
The desert calls, and the wind sings
In emptiness, the echoes rise
A holy place where nothing dies
What’s unseen becomes the guide
The voice that dwells where saints confide in you

The city’s weight drowns in manmade laws
Its streets too narrow for the soul to breathe
Their feet found paths uncharted and raw
Through barren lands where whispers seethe
The dust was not a curse, but a cure,
A veil between the sacred and the profane
They sought a place without a name
A kingdom formed of what endures

Buried names in desert winds
Forgotten lives where faith begins
A refuge sought from crowded cries
Where barren truths and grace collide

Leave behind the walls of men
Seek the place where silence mends
(Running in place)
When noise consumes the hearts of kings
The desert calls, and the wind sings
In emptiness, the echoes rise
A holy place where nothing dies
What’s unseen becomes the guide
The voice that dwells where saints confide in you

The desert’s breath will never cease
A whispered hymn, a prayer of peace
For those who seek beyond the frame
Will find a light without a name

Leave behind the walls of men
Seek the place where silence mends
(Running in place)
When noise consumes the hearts of kings
The desert calls, and the wind sings
In emptiness, the echoes rise
A holy place where nothing dies
What’s unseen becomes the guide
The voice that dwells where saints confide in you

Lyrics

It’s a familiar path we walk with heavy steps
Where comfort disguises the blade that it holds
Each pattern repeats like a scream with no end
Every breath carves deeper wounds in the soul
The cage isn’t made out of steel, but of will
Where habits become both the judge and the chain
It’s not the act, but the rhythm that glues
The slow erosion inside our domain

We can’t lift up each other
We can’t care for one another
You can’t find peace and love her
You won’t find the answers in the amateur

We can’t lift another when we’re sinking below
We can’t love the world and what we know we disown
The hardest fight is not what’s outside
But conquering the self we try to hide

It’s the cycle we don’t see that drags us below
A different thief stealing peace in the night
Put your blade away, there’s no battle cries heard
These wars rage on in the absence of light
What we permit will always persist
The things we excuse become habits we train
Mercy truly waits in the depths of despair
A light in the cracks where hope is sustained

We can’t lift up each other
We can’t depend on one another
We can’t find peace and love her
We won’t find the answers in the literature

We can’t lift another when we’re sinking below
We can’t love the world and what we know we disown
The hardest fight is not what’s outside
But conquering the self we try to hide

It’s not in perfection we find our peace
The peace is in surrender where battles cease
The wounds we carry must meet the light
Our healing comes through truth, not might
To love each other, we must forgive
And see ourselves through heaven’s lens

We can’t lift another when we’re sinking below
We can’t love the world and what we know we disown
The hardest fight is not what’s outside
But conquering the self we try to hide

Poem:
It’s a shadowed road we tread with burdened feet,
Where solace cloaks the dagger it conceals.
Each cycle returns, a howl in the void,
Every breath gnaws deeper, a wound that won’t heal.
This prison lacks bars of iron or stone,
Its walls forged in choices we no longer own.
Rituals tighten the grip of decay,
A silent descent, with no light to betray.
The act is forgotten; it’s rhythm that binds,
A maddening pulse that consumes our minds.
Slow is the ruin, unseen and profane,
The decay of self in a kingdom of pain.