Brown Bird Follow

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 those 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