- The Beat, The Pulse -

With perfection comes a high price..
And nothing lasts forever
With envy comes ignorance
Alas, the lack of rhyme and reason
For the beat, the pulse

You can call to the heavens and scream for the angels to cry
To bathe in their cold rains of purity
To let relief wash over your like a rush of water
Though you do all this in the name of divinity
No spell can ever quite penetrate the mind of everyone to gaze upon you with clarity or glory
Live and actually live
Move with the grace of honey
Smile at who you are like you mean it
And feel the vibration of the beat, the pulse that lingers within you

Lust is not love, and love is not lust
The beauty of consanguinity lies within trust
Within leadership, respect and honor
The torment can be overwhelming when loyalties are split in half
When subconscious collides in a bloody battle with conscious
When your thoughts are nothing but nightmares, and you dream of hellish serenity

Where is the beat, the pulse of life?
Have you lost your yours, or is your head still above the water?
Why is harmony surrounded by so many poisonous thorns...
We can't get past the venom, so we refuse to have peace
And we lounge as the beat, the pulse of survival runs through us

You used to be the one who enticed the fire
But now you just tease the flames
You held a ravenous jewel, dancing in your palm
How tragic, so long been neglected, that it ignores the beat, the pulse of melody

Unlock the internal passion of unspeakable beauty
With an ambition that surely matches the pace of time
The raptures brought on by the spirit's sweet song
I said don't breath a word of the rough path behind,
Long since marked with age by vines and thick jungle
We'll just keep traveling as the beat, the pulse drives us

I'll sing to the skies in the heat of the night
To invoke the insecurities summoned by it's eery might
"As if you could kill time and avoid injuring eternity"*
How much we'd give to rewind the sands of time
Pay with the very souls and fibers of being, to reminesce
For the sweet, sweet memories to come flooding back and cushion you with the rush of remembrance
Forsaken carcass that once was yours, left behind to experience your past again
And now you lost your grip on the beat, the pulse of life...