Take this with you, friend or foe,

We have no thoughts of our own
No opinions of our own
They are transmitted to us
Trained into us
I have fled this wilderness
For the light on the mountain
Red as the rising Sun with Heathen blood
Remember me
On the other side of dark
Alone into that shadowed land beyond death
Listening to the universe in motion
The unimaginable harmony
The genius of the composer
Lost in the weaving music

Jesus, half way to Golgotha
The weight of the world upon his shoulders
He, who would drag us all into this eternal night
Dream bound and rudderless, sailing a hundred sleeping tides
As far as the wind cries, the sea encircles
We seek other states, other lives, other souls
We are given to the wind and are scattered
A perpetual journey of cinder and bone
Towards the eternal
You,
A bubble on the tide of Empire

Gypsy