A Constant Storm - Nexus

I doubt, wallowing in despair
Revolving in circles like halos for demons
I bleed, wicked and shadow bound
Corrupted, I bathe in these faithless waters

The cracks in the pallid bust of Pallas
Which I've locked upon my closet
Beckon me for the blessed freedom
That by fear I choose to deny

A craven, in sovereign cowardice
Hiding in fear of enlightenment
Confused, accusing a world
As blasphemous as me

And I, the tasteless jester
The paladin of defeat
The king of all things won and lost
Emperor of self-deceit
In every altar a fool
In every pulpit a liar
In all of us, an evil lies
As we lunge blindly towards the pyre

With a pair of crows
To keep me company

As my heart turns to stone
Shattered in sheer desperation
Desolated, I stand
Facing the void of emptiness

In every altar a fool
In every pulpit a liar
In all of us, an evil lies
As we lunge blindly towards the pyre