I went searching for the one they call Solomon’s wisdom

I went searching for something, I can now no longer remember

Oh yes, I went searching for the promise 

The promise from of old

The one the watchmen have cleverly hidden

The one the clever ones know to speak nothing of

Like your fool, I went searching for you

Cunning wisdom, some call Sophia

A nameless one named by man

But what I found was afflicted

What I found was madness

What I found was death blossoming into life

An unholy crow sanctified by God alone

They said I was crazy

But life is crazy

To be alive is to be dead

To be aware is to be alive yet dead

Where’s the promise of old

The new to become

In Golgotha which is to say skull 

There they crucified us

There they left us to rot in the morning sun

Save us Lord, save us

For our delusion is more than we can bare

We’ve become the sons of sorrow

And our prophesy has become endless

Save us Lord, save us

For our rock is unknown in this earth

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