Neuronchaser. Blues-Song Rise

O-h-h... Fate’s a cold, hard hand, yours... now broken..., baby,   

Feels ... I’m almost dissolvin’ in the midnight salty rain. 

Your soul is tryin’ to seem... to be... to become real...

Oh, Lord... I’m walkin’ this road with you... and a heart that will never heal.
 
 

What’s the point?... What’s the meaning?... When the evil’s in the wrong? 

Vice breeds vice... sin breeds sin... but I keep movin’ on...

Lord, hear my voice, let the correction of fate be true, 

And let this blues-song rise, like sunrise through the deep blue.

    
O-h-h..., Father, why’d you leave your wife and son to fate’s cruel tide? 

Abandoned, in the circles of hell and tears... nowhere to hide.

All that’s left are sounds of deluge and a broken lullaby,

... And the Blackthorns' of sins in inanity keep growing high.
   
      
And the trees and wind weep in a poison tone.   

Oh, the evil fate’s laugh is a low-down moan, 

If I could turn the times' wheel... if I could bend the night, 

I’d set our world straight... set your wrongs to right.


Now I’m standin’ at the crossroads, my choice’s a silver key,

Every step I take feels like a prayer to the abyss of sea. 

The fate that’s written on my bones is the chain I’ll break, 

‘Cause the longing for Your Light... will be with me till the sunrise wakes. 


What’s the point?... What’s the meaning?... When the evil’s in the wrong? 

Vice breeds vice... sin breeds sin... but I keep movin’ on...

Lord, hear my cry, let the correction of fate be true, 

And let this blues-song rise... like sunrise through the deepest blue.