Visible unseen

Speak to me in a language only lovers can understand
Dance with me in a rhythm only lovers can comprehend
One fist gripping defiance
Other cradling the sacred inside of our hands: Pariah

It's the pain of becoming, confronting what stirs within
I wanted to show you apocalypse
So you could see just how this ends as it begins
No place to rest your head, no respite for an anathema
Banished for the sin of honesty
From the citadel of little-hidden hells

Pyroglyphic: I saw your face inside the fire
Monolithic: A dominance that dictates desire
Ultimatum: Dual damnations dichotomize me
Suffocation: Crushed beneath holy hypocrisy

This isn't love, this is escape

Exiled into the night
Left to navigate a world that negates our needs
The visible unseen

You're the weight I'll always carry
Through a world so cold
You'll never walk alone
We will find a place to lay our heavy heads
These lonely roads will always lead you home

Am I only flawed when I am alive?
Only your child if I live denied?
I ask of you, Benevolence, was I made just to be broken?

Our faith became a silver shield, insulated from compassion
Praising the prosperity, repressing their identity

I'll show you hell is a place, it's in the secrets we keep
Oh, God, how those secrets keep me

This isn't love, this is escape
This isn't love, this is escape

Coerced conformity fixed on the dust in their eye
Forest fires rage in mine

I never thought to ask
When you said she was asleep, did you hear my disbelief?
The bitter irony, that I wait for God as she dies beside me

You're the weight I'll always carry
Through a world so cold, you'll never walk alone
We will find a place to lay our heavy heads
These lonely roads will always lead you home

We found our place in the disconnect of neglect
These lonely roads will always lead you home
Until our paths converge, give me eyes to see the visible unseen
These lonely roads will always lead you home

Speak to me in a language only lovers can understand
One fist gripping defiance
Other cradling the sacred inside of our hands