arcadia is the mindset of few

{verse 1}
through what vessel,
and through what canal of jaded illusion,
do we come to entangle ourselves
in some kind of spider's silk-thread?
"o, but from the distance of the audience
all appeared fine, and all appeared neutral..."
but i dread the thought (of the backstaged condition)
of making sense out of the nonsensical.

{chorus}
and i've watched the world facade itself
during its corruption and its ebbing,
and only 'till recently has it
awoken the senses of the modern era.
and like some alluring web of the widow dressed in black,
our morality and constitutional foundation
has faded, just as an evensong in the hours of dawn;
Arcadia is only a mindset of few, i'm afraid...

{verse 2}
and you say, "oh, but one day we'll all look back upon this,
and laugh!", but truthfully, foolish one,
who says we'll have such a day?!
who therefore makes covenant
of you and i to have yet another coming day?
and if that day may come, so full of mirth towards our errancy,
it'll surely be our last day, if any;
so, by all means, laugh!

{chorus, reworded}
and i've observed the world and its facade,
in the midst of its ebbing fate,
and only 'till recently has it
awoken the dulled senses of this modern era.
and like some web spun by the black widow herself,
our morality and constitutional foundation
has faded and declined, just as an evensong in the dawn...
Arcadia is the mindset of only a few.