One with the Sun/Son
One with the Light
One with the Truth
One with the Spirit
In Samadhi

Sitting lotus waiting for the rain
With the dust of ages in my throat
My thoughts are tied up in obscuring haze
Like an angel who realizes he's been played

It's been too long I've waited for the sun
Tired of all the rules, of salvation never won
Suffering has taught me more than grace
Has given me this mask of truth in which I hide my face

I'm still waiting for that goddamn rain
An illusion in the desert of the real
Endless ancient seas are calling out my name
With promises of silent darkness, the void that fate has sealed

Praying to a god who's gone insane
Blessed us with confusion and given us to blame
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on for one more day

Raising up my arms
To the one who never hears...
I'm lost
I have been found

I stand in defiance of the world creator
The spark of divinity is held within my soul
No archon has power over me, none will lead me astray
Deceive me not for I wield the sword of Truth, and I will not hesitate to slay

My mind is not for rent
By any god or government
They no longer cloud my vision
Of the black iron prison

Hold fast as we tread the mire, our quest be not in vain
Steal the source of Promethean fire - the prize of the Righteous claim
Set ablaze the limits of this world and propagate the Wisdom seed
Make way for the ones without masters, who ensnare the Angels of greed

Our minds are not for rent
By any god or government
They no longer cloud our vision
Of the black iron prison

The universe is fading like the gray mist at dawn
Memories of a sleeping world are all but gone
Once inside I'm made alive from earth and stone
A brightness so black, blacker than ebon shores

In solitude, every vision bears a fearful glow
Illuminates the prison walls, my flesh and bones
Whispering the sacred songs delivers me from wrath
A narrow gate beyond which lay untrodden paths
Welcomes me home

The distant lights,
Bring down the night
They fill the sky
The distant lights, the distant lights

Ancestral fires burning
The poison tree is growing

The spaces between are lost in the cracks of time
Yawning wide like a distant sky in the end
The thinning veil where thoughts prevail and decay
Rips away in fragile threads and distant lights

Mindless - they find us
Hopeless - they bind us
Soulless - they take us
Helpless - they make us

Formless - they enter us
Voiceless - they speak for us
Eyeless - they see for us
Relentless - they feed on us

Ancient bloodline of an alien god
Controls the destiny of Man
Born into bondage at the moment of birth
Herded like cattle on the land

Angel of the perpetual dream
Harvester of misery
Misleading souls in a jealous rage
Trapped in this reality

Never settle for what you're told
Never settle for what you're shown
Question everything
Question everything

I raise my hands up high
And all the breath leaves out of me
And the colors of the sky
Burn like the crimson that I bleed
I've torn the veil and I'm rising
-To an endless sea of stars
This ship has sailed to the horizon
-Past the point of no return

Out of body
The world is empty as the voice of silence sings
Out of body
Cosmic glory in the court of philosopher kings

The wind is like a sigh
Whispering its secrets unto me
All the suffering of life
Is just a long lost memory
The night prevails and entices
-Drawing me in from afar
A thief that never fails, hypnotizes
-And the wheel forever turns

Out of body
The world is empty as the voice of silence sings
Out of body
Cosmic glory in the court of philosopher kings

I stand at the precipice and celebrate with the silhouettes
Parade of shadows in the twilight 'neath the hallowed minarets
I stand at the precipice and dive into nothingness
I stand at the precipice and dive into the black nothingness

I keep on coming back again and again

Grand parades to greet the Summer
Music sweet to soothe the ear
Lurid splendors, endless wonders
Brilliant costumes to mask the fear

To what dark thing are you beholden?
What is worth that thing you hide?
Fair weather days and streets paved golden
Make it easy to believe the lie.

Below the ground that you walk over
Your silence has left its mark
Despised, abused, and made to suffer
Forgotten children of the dark

Omelas

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