Mournful Congregation - The Waterless Stream lyrics

A suffocation of the senses A senseless suffocation Water-filled streams have long since dried Was there ever any other way? Or was this bleakest destiny our plague? A dread impending Like suicide's omniscient plea Clasping and crawling And shredding man's being We were that we were Now we are that we are - nothing, unseeing Where once stood a temple Now stands cold stone An inner sanctum of utter disgust Repelling nature's divine lust Mortality is truth And truth is a lie The waterless streams overwhelm us And now we must die But our dying hour resists our plea Why won't you come, why must you flee? Our last rites have been written……but not yet read