Video de The Exile Part I - The Razor's Edge

"So, here we find ourselves again
And one might think it such a pity to be standing on the razor's edge
O', how
Occam
would be ashamed."
Or so the dreams appear to say...
See, they tell of numb and wretched men who've strayed far from the path
And they tell of nameless, faceless men whose every detail shrouds
Itself in myth and with poeticism, with insight and with tragic glee
O', what does this speak of me if I look on so curious and unappeased?
Would such a thing be read and understood so easily?
If it was to be, then surely it would be?
This surely is a dichotomy so prevalent and irrevocably elegant
So I've come to see
Then, why does it haunt me so?
What agency is mine to bring to a union with the pre-ordained?
What have the fates to gain from a destitute and witless being
Long discarded by the Way?
So is this a treatise or is this a game?
Is this pleasure or is this pain?
Or is there something more elusive?
Perhaps this could be destiny?
But as long as I draw breath I'll not let it make a fool of me
Lest I wander to the gallows and hang until I'm dead
I've seen The Mountain in my dreams, and I shall seek it 'til the end
So beneath the sight of God
Shall I forever march on deep into the pines and find my place in the all
In the everything, might I just overcome?
But what of you, my dear?
O', what of you, my love?
O', how I'd hate to see us part
But I must deceive you again
I'm sorry but the voice that calls me rings inside my head
It pains me so, the visions torment amidst my fears and sins
But nothing wagered, nothing earned
And for this, I leave a rose beside your head
Our crown of thorns