The Eyes Have It

How about another? This is the title song off our upcoming album.

Quasar

The Eyes of Innocents

The eyes of innocents gaze their final glimpse of yesterday,

then shuffle on their way.

Cries from time's corridor echo distant warriors 'till they're heard,

but never spoke a word.

Conscience in formal dress barred and locked behind an open door,

where they were before.

Reflecting countless years cast between the mirrors in the sea,

reflecting all eternity.

I remember times that are yet to be, modeled on an age long prophecy.

Time resonates with unknowing frequency.

The mists of Avalon will part,

The names are called as they embark.

The tears of Isis fall like rain,

Sand of time slip through the glass,

elegies of times long past once the arcane.

Has it all come down to this, is there something that I've missed?

One final tryst?

Has this all happened before? I'm sure it has.

What our future has in store lies in the past.

Maybe it's only a dream, it's our choice to laugh or scream,

quickly choose, time's running short.

Toss the dice then cast the die, questions that have no reply impede your council from the sky.

Monuments cross the land.

Millennia still they stand.

Not out of tune, still watching the moon.

A secret past, the die is cast!

But Mayans must wait before their gates open wide.

So the mighty flower hides itself away.

Until the chains that tower heard a whisper say,

"I too have died so many, many times. With no significance.

The ones who overcame all of their crimes, the eyes of innocents."

I remember times that are yet to be modeled on an age long prophecy.

Time resonates with unknowing frequency.

I remember times that are yet to be, struggling with forgotten prophecy.

Only the eyes of the innocents can see.

I remember times that are yet to be, I remember times that I've yet to see.

I remember... Time.

Cash cavaliers were knowing for years that the temperature's begun to rise.

Ringing in my ears a secret past appears it is now too late for compromise.

We cower here to avoid the glare of the eyes of the innocents.

Waters are heightening, the vice keeps on tightening so the time has come to watch the skies.

No use rewriting it's time for enlightening and to wake from our collective lie.

From age to age we've fashioned this cage for the eyes of the innocents!