In Oblivion

Desert the thoughts of an oasis
No solace one can find
Through forest fire
Water can never survive

What's black, what's blue
We live our lives in divide
Not a solitary clue
What's inside this unused mind

In oblivion, is it true what they say
The cloaks don't murder and thoughts don't hide away
In colosseums, our past begins to project
Only a jester, no given right to object

Question the marks on the middle of the chest
No sign or beat, pale as a fragile dream
Devoid of hate, one can never see
Void filled with love, eyes just stay to bleed

What's gained, what's lost
Questions lead us to despair
What is the cost
One pays to not compare

In oblivion, is it true what they say
The cloaks don't murder and thoughts don't hide away
In colosseums, our past begins to project
Only a jester, no given right to object