كلمات Lost

My eyes were jaded, so close to the centre I could not see But now they are fixed and glaring at the sacrifice to be made Now that I'm aware of the cycles I pray that I can deal Now that I have shown you these cycles I pray that you can feel In and out of the stray Taking the bait Feeling compelled to obey, betray The isle of await Running scared from their thought Thinking I can summon some ancient truth before wrong Seeking my nature, our nature with fear of being caught Or have we been like this all along The dawn of birth gives way to men Age brings dimness to sight as it must Death seals the eyelids on darkness once again Augmentation of the dust