Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm   Hides in the softest eyes   
And ponderous smiles manifest denial   But heavy heartless   Conscious of our load   
Hurled by dreams into a separate world   We dig the thoughtless earth   

With fingers lighter than the breath   Of lifeless minds awaiting death   On this Mercyground   

What may transpire in this stagnant posture   Tradition multiplies   
Where repetition reigns and the air smells of age   And prayers of sightless   Blind us to the earth   
Disenchantment sings in voices fortified   Our sleep is justified   

Prone and weary from descent   Our eyes reflect empyrean   On this Mercyground   
Safe inured we lay to rest   Pinioned by our helplessness   On this Mercyground   

Empty smiles drag us down   Until we softly kiss the ground   And all movement is lost   
Silently we all sink down   Embraced within this Mercyground   And all movement is lost