The road wanderers take is beautiful
There is a dirt path through a shaded wood
The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves
Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light
The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes
My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves
The soundtrack of the wild
Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time
There is no knowledge to be known
Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed
The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown
Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground
This is no time for lonely feelings
It is time for dance and revolution
We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time
Is it real?
The ever waking vision of the world around us?
We are the decision makers as we travel onward
Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

The road wanderers take is beautiful
There is a dirt path through a shaded wood
The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves
Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light
The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes
My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves
The soundtrack of the wild
Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time
There is no knowledge to be known
Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed
The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown
Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground
This is no time for lonely feelings
It is time for dance and revolution
We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time
Is it real?
The ever waking vision of the world around us?
We are the decision makers as we travel onward
Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

The road wanderers take is beautiful
There is a dirt path through a shaded wood
The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves
Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light
The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes
My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves
The soundtrack of the wild
Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time
There is no knowledge to be known
Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed
The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown
Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground
This is no time for lonely feelings
It is time for dance and revolution
We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time
Is it real?
The ever waking vision of the world around us?
We are the decision makers as we travel onward
Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light

My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while

My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets

And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse

Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore

You will never see their faces anymore.

And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks

Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath

Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light

My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while

My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets

And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse

Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore

You will never see their faces anymore.

And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks

Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath

Feel the waves around you
Falling through a mirror
Trapped inside your ribcage
My prayers are whispers
So I don't irritate your throat
So you can still breathe the air outside
So I can get some light

My skin is porous
And my nails are crooked
Feeling ever wicked inside of you
Following your bruises
And peeking out through your
Cuts every once in a while

My life is devoted
To observing your choices
Traveling to your ear canals
Telling you the universe's secrets

And I will follow all your veins
Do you know your body's stained?
Remember all those bar room floors
Eyes hypnotized by silent words
Shaped out of her lonely corpse

Your sailing on a small boat craft
You tell yourself to not look back
And theyre calling for you
From the homeland shore

You will never see their faces anymore.

And finding yourself all alone
The raining and shivers turn to stone
There are eyes peeking at you through the dark
Watching you as your soul embarks

Sporatic thoughts grow through your head
Youre dancing on a riverbed
All the while your sinking slowly down
Your eyes are bright joy and light
You've never seemed so satisfied
Being on the very edge of death
All the while your losing your breath

I've questioned myself insane
I've questioned myself eccentric
There is no explanation for this untimely calling to the wild
The trees call my name,
My soul, to the heart of the forest
Where awaits a form of life
Eyes miles deep
I travel, like a missing puzzle piece
I unravel, soaking in the moisture through my hands
This space I occupy is now dry
But yet, we flower like the sun
Two shapeless forms,
Traveling through each others eyes
This is the great migration
Souls leaping from one form to the other
I have escaped my skin
Now I run like deer being pushed by the wind
I am an old creation
My kind does not exist anymore
Heavy eyes laden with gold
I ponder this situation
I will not go
I'll wait for my brothers to return through time
So we can finish the dance of old