The Pinnacle, Pt. 4: Sod Songtext
von Prey for Nothing

Orchard of pomegranates
The fruits are made of cyphers
A secret hidden deep
I′ve seen it all still none the wiser

Akiva stands before me
His heart and mind malformed
"Follow me or be like the others"
He said I have been warned

I would not stand against her
The bride's distorted form
Her face, a swarm of tentacles
She is divine, we are but worms
But if this is divinity
If this is what fate concealed
I′d rather tear down every tree
Than give my soul and yield


Akiva's eyes are like stones
Gray as the clouds of the night
He knows the answer, he whispered
Given to him by the monster in white

He will gather the faithful
And declare a war against Rome
He will find and anoint his Messiah
And all will die in this storm

I would not stand against her
The bride's distorted form
Her face, a swarm of tentacles
She is divine, we are but worms
But if this is divinity
If this is what fate concealed
I′d rather tear down every tree
Than give my soul and yield


I tried to get Ben-Zuma to safety
Fooling Akiva that I′ve joined his cause
"Akiva is mad" babbled my friend
"And our death will be his applause"
We barely reached the town of Yavne
And I left him on the porch of a whore
"Aren't you Ben-Abuya the wise?"
She asked, letting her words explore

"You are mistaken, Madam" I answered
And I gave her two silvers and left
"Must′ve been some other" I heard her voice carry
Hoping it is not too late

As I come to the garden of Yavne
Surrounded by Akiva's lies
Toiling and tearing the roots of the garden
As I wait for the Sabbath to die
"Blasphemy!" carried the voice of the people
Stricken I now realize

The Bride of white will not take hold
In this world or the next
For the next world is a mere illusion
And this one is here to vex
This is the God who waits in heaven
This is the bible′s lie
I will meet her eventually
At least I'll live before I′ll die