Black Cloud from Triumvirate by Lewis & Clarke

There's a black cloud overhead
And it hangs
Knows what you want
Holds it up high
Droplets of poison
Burn through to your pride
The sun burns a halo
In a darkening sky
The weight in your chest
Pulls the light from your eyes
Your smile has gone crooked
In your failure to rise
Crafting perfection's
Most fitting disguise
The truth waits its turn
At the inner divide
Betrayal, my friend
I mistook you for much
Apprentice, assassin,
My dangerous crutch
Deafening words
If you see you'll believe
The shallow bird sings
With a seed in his beak
We are hidden in the mountain
We are deep in our decay
At the root of our creation
There is a seed we put in place
When it's true we'll have the answers
When it's true we'll hear it sing
The sour note bends
When it's pure in its ring

I will take your poison
I will drink your cup
I will continue to take chances
I will risk it all to touch
The silver thread that ties together
What is not and is enough
You've taken your fill
But you gave half as much
Walk in the flesh
And take your best step
Fingers are crossed
With your hand on your breast
Lost and estranged
Cast without aim
Judas now cursed
What I gave you in vain
When your bones are soft
In the blackest storm
Who will keep you dry?
Who will help you try?
On a shallow slide
Is your stricken pride
Who will carry you
When you fall?

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