Let Every Chain Be Broken

(Scripture of Oblivion) Once, there was a maiden, weeping... for she was traveling to a funeral in a far and sunless land. Her clothes grew ragged on the road, and her hair grew gray, but when she finally arrived, the door was locked. So she shrugged off her skin for a raiment, fashioned a harp from her bones, poured out the wine of her veins, and made feast of the meat of herself. Finally unburdened, she went through the door, for she was tired, and the grave before her looked restful. “I knew it couldn’t last forever,” she said. (Intro) Oh… look at you. Clinging so tightly to something fragile. Hope? Duty? Love? How funny. Let’s see what happens… If I give them a little pull. (Verse 1) You carry chains you never see, Thinking they give you strength, your reasons to be. But all it takes is a whisper, a gesture, a few breaths, For me to turn your purpose into shackles dragging you to death. You rise, you strain, you try to stand— But your precious meaning remains in my hands. (Pre-Chorus) Tell me, which of these make your heart ache? Tell me, will it be you or your own dreams that break? (Chorus) I bind you tight with the chain you forged, Maybe a hope you love, maybe an oath you swore. You fall, you crawl, your purpose bleeds— Your greatest strength now impedes. Your cherished reason, ignores your pleas— While it drags you down… As you fail to reach for me. (Verse 2) A little tug, and you stumble again, Your greatest intimacy becomes your greatest pain. You clinging to life has been a hilarious sight— So… let me help you set things right. You try to rise, but your faith weighs you low, Every step you take says “No, no, no…” (Chorus) I bind you tight with the chain you forged, Maybe a hope you love, maybe an oath you swore. You fall, you crawl, your purpose bleeds— Your greatest strength now impedes. Your cherished reason, ignores your pleas— While it drags you down… As you fail to reach for me. (Bridge) Let’s test that heart— strike the chain, see if it breaks. Does your love still hold? Does your heart still ache? Use your will, cling tight, resist— Or watch your meaning cease to exist. You thought it sacred— I make it frail. You thought it might help you— Yet you flail. (Breakdown) Which keeps you breathing? Which keeps you whole? Let’s see what happens when I strike your soul. (Final Chorus) I bind you tight with the chains you forged, What you once loved, the weight you bore. Your purpose shatters—your final plea, Breaks apart before me. Your fading reason, your lost creed— Now drags you down… and keeps you from ever being free, meaninglessly bound. (Outro) You hate me for what I’ve done… But those chains were yours. I just pulled on but one.