Fionn's Hotel - Bedlam Lyrics

We let our senses lead, trusting our rewards
But with our echoes, hearing our way is hard
This is truly a risky progression of chords

But we're hungry for life, obsessed with the dead
Our self destructive sacrificial selves
Perfectly tickled to be hanging by threads

And it seems those we meet are unable to form sentiment
On our way carving heaps of bedlam and excitement

As we go, the path is less apparent, less alluring
Cloaking other tracks, difficult terrain obscuring
We must feed each other with constant reassuring

In refusing adverse thoughts, over time it seems
We're unable to assess between emotional extremes
Or deviations in excess of those formed in dreams

In this journey in which the senses lead
May punish with ample pain
Or euphoria amongst the crooked creed
Raised by echoes through your domain

Breaking the silence, I turn to The Drummer and ask
"Do you have the same sight to see down the same path?
It can't just be chance, we lay the same tracks"

"From where had you began?" Before he answered me back
He said "To understand you must learn about our past.
We've traveled with many others, and you won't be the last"

And it seems those we meet are unable to form sentiment
On our way carving heaps of bedlam and excitement

Their confidence he shows contends he knows
The world from it's beginning to it's end
In a blind fury of blood to wash away the flood
He stands, demanding it's mend

One day he expects war
When? He's unsure
Determined he is here to stop it

He's sure they're being hunted
With trenches constructed
Until their assassins' are abolished