There’s a feast stretching wide like a parade of regret
Where a crown and a scepter seal every debt
A name disappears in the corridors of sin
While another ascends with a whisper within
With a whisper within
Beneath the lattice of decree and disguise
The stars rearrange
Hidden from their eyes
Hidden from their eyes
Who speaks for the muted
Who stands for the thread?
When the loom keeps weaving
Though a king is misled
The gallows are waiting for the breath of a lie
But the tables will turn when the humble reply
When the humble reply
Letters carved deep in the ink of despair
The sentence was cast, but the moment’s unfair
A banquet betrays the deceit of the throne
As truth finds a voice in the place of the known
In the place of the known
Beneath the lattice of decree and disguise
The stars rearrange
Hidden from their eyes
Hidden from their eyes
Who speaks for the muted
Who stands for the thread?
When the loom keeps weaving
Though a king is misled
The gallows are waiting for the breath of a lie
But the tables will turn when the humble reply
Was the silence unbroken?
Agreement unsigned?
Justice emerged while chaos confined
A feast turns to ashes and a throne shifts weight
The mark of his crown was the irony of fate
Was the irony of fate
Who speaks for the muted
Who stands for the thread?
When the loom keeps weaving
Though a king is misled
The gallows are waiting for the breath of a lie
But the tables will turn when the humble reply
A resounding quiet where the proud was decreed
The tale unfolds as the humble succeed
No name was spoken, what does this mean?
As unseen hands move through uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
Uncommon dreams
