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Nine eyes on the wild one
In the heliosphere of the holy sun
A skeleton of stone in reverence kneels
Through translucent skin of steel
An offering of what was once our lives held high
Bound to these spheres by inherent sound
Of hunger, of heart and cerebral crown
We're languid in the chains of daily strife
That choke and chafe internal life
The undying in us stirs with each link these sounds melt down
Assail any altar aligned with any faltered
Design of material gain
And we shall shed these shackles of shame
For the robes of what naked remains
Wax wings for a venture in vain,
Or the evolution of the alchemists aim?
The element of man reduced to flesh
A vessel of our consciousness
Reborn within a cage that won't decay or die
Assail any altar aligned with any faltered
Design of material gain
And we shall shed these shackles of shame
For the robes of what naked remains