Analysis of Mountains Of Madness

The hour of decision is made
 to light the torch for the brave
 The storms of life come rushing in
 some are immediate and quick...

others prompt the imagination
 still we play on the one string we are dealt
 iron sharpens iron to show each other home
 if one had an idea

To soar like the eagle to places far unknown
 playing second fiddle like a dog without a bone
 through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
 A beacon of light to a hurting world in need

Caged fury
 sex, drugs & rock and roll
 let the sweet freedom come into your soul
 we have become cumbersome to this world

Faces, spaces & traces

Mark the man willing to explore
 Lest I implore another opened door
 Let's look above to the heavenly love
 prone in desire

A gun for hire
 in vast temple's of doom
 many heads are gun to soon
 bask in the vast array of mere simplistic desire