Compromise - Eidola

Oh, my friend

Look at what we’ve built

A hermetic sanctuary

From all our pain and guilt

They say it comes in waves

The swell and the receding

As you and I both know

These weighted thoughts are never fleeting

This great exchange

(who will proceed us)

Our egos displaced

(when we fade away)

Life rearranged

(to prove it’s not pointless)

Providence interlaced

(so that we can stay)

You claim to be a martyr but your hands are far too clean (x2)

These post-modern methods have done us all in

We’ve lost sight of the function, now where to begin?