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In a hermetically sealed chamber
Deep beneath the ice and snow
The prophet waits, freezing with his words
That nobody else should know

When a tiny ray of sunshine
Creeps towards the grand vizier
The prophet waits, singing songs in his head
That nobody else should hear

And it's endemic of the times
Why should all the prophets be locked away
Their thoughts their only crime
And though they say we're all the same
We're all locked in a struggle to the death
Pawns in the prophet's game

Where the cyclops lie in slumber
While the prophet gently dreams
In the land of the one eyed the two eyed man
Will surely reign supreme

Oh tell us prophet where should we go?
The query twisted up with fear
When every thought is the same as the last
It seems slightly insincere

And it's endemic of the times
Why should all the prophets be locked away
Their thoughts their only crime
And though their thoughts are all the same
We're all locked in a struggle to the death
Pawns in the prophet's game

Oh tell us mystical man
Should we run in fear from this dark land?
Is there anything else here left for me?
'Run away' is what the wise man said
And the prophet will agree
He doth possess such clarity

And should we follow through the valley of lies
His vision will guide us through
We shall avoid the harpies gaze
The titans rage
The minotaur maze
And if you see them coming
You'd better step out of the way
'Cause they'll defile and eat you
That's what the prophets say

There was a little white blip on her lip
That she bit with the tip of her teeth
And with those sirens prowling all around her
She can't get no relief
'Cause she's a terrible thing with a heart in her chest
Like the edge of a knife
Yes, she's a little unhinged and she'll cut you within
An inch of your life

And she will ride to the sun while her men have begun
To march into the sea
And it's really kinda sad that she's trapped so alone
In her misery
And in the side of her skull there's a forty watt bulb
Sticking out of her head
And when she shines a light all of the vultures take flight
To where the prophet said

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from Journey to the Centre of Zorn, released August 1, 2014
Track Art by Sandra Lanz

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Terriblething is Peter Henrich writing songs he thinks are normal and good.

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