Too hot or high to touch, but bright enough for guidance along
This violent song, inside of this globe, life from the sun
The fight is strong, lightning rods, the eye of the storm
The fire that hones and lights the forge for iron swords
Heavenly gifts for devilish toys
This earth we settled, the metal of ploys
Buried holy grail within the crust of deep old realms
Crawling legs of bugs on top of the sweet mole hill
Riding of coattails of old garbs lost in the dirt
Angels fall and rockets emerge
Stirring in this centrifuge, this worlds flux
Casting pearls were they clutched, referrals to the lost
Looking from our boroughs to above
Branches reach for the stars with curious odds
Staring in the dark from our terrarium of gods
We come and go, dumbfounded by the mystery of love

Without wings and radar
We try to make that fade stop
Illuminate dark
Guide my soul
Trying to find were to go
Without wings and radar
We try to make that fade stop
Illuminate dark
My light behold
Letting fear let go

Fettered wings and severed navigation
Everything that's left tethered by imagination
My fabrications getting pricked by that eye's needle
Knocking heaven's door sitting outside the peephole
Life fleeting like the flight of sea gulls
One's trash, another's treasure, in some eyes I see gold
In some I see all, but can't put it to thoughts
Lived sober as the crookedest judge
Astral traveled and got cooked by the stars
Slunk back in body, mulling, how could I evolve?
In the woods in the cold, who could I involve?
Crawled in a nook and starved, no food in my thought
Had to look in the dark, until my body was phantom
From fear to embrace of the guardian of sanctum
Unraveling in it's jaws, shit out a newer form
In clues reborn, these holograms the plant's rungs