Funeral - From The Orchestral Grave lyrics

I stand an actor Staged amidst graves and memories, Playing the part of failure. A flawless performance. Beyond reproach and without blemish. A role so second skin tailored It tickled my palette When still the honey womb Coursed through me. Aimlessly directed By feverish, desperate gods. Insane like rabid hounds. ... And the play Through which i stagger Has a Greek tragedy's bitter end Bond side to every act. A d**h in every scene. Heart of Kin bleeds hard, Showering red disapproval Across my lifeless stage. Audience of such ill manner Easily tint my grand finale With bold disgrace And blunt remarks. But i play my heart unhindered.. Spite all earths' scorn An icon of stoicism And confidence. Wallowing blind, mute And ever so spellbound In the riddling pulses Spewing forth From the orchestral grave. So then.. Here we dance. A miserable ensemble Pretending to matter In our respective worlds. My sweet beloved... Reality is sadly So very relative Much like truth, A matter of perception And quite subjective. Do not for the world Let go now. Oh heart kissed one. Childlike preserver I'll wither And be no more If your hand doubts The warmth it protects. I hat which reignites All my acres Of yesterdays dead flowers. No play nor act Would then besiege me, Never could i fail In your burning light.