Standing at a temple to the loss
Crimson line flowing down the vein
Distant flower of the earth
Patient as the passing of a day

Was it some perspective you have sought
Spoken to the ones we call our own
Forgotten in the shadow of the cross
Wilted by the wayside of the grove

Open pathway
Straight inside the mind
Cycle passes
Waiting to arrive
Watching captive
No autonomy
Joined in ashes
Our equality

Give in to all that pulls you down
Roots of illusion calling out

Give in to all that pulls you down
Roots of illusion calling out

Forcing
Open the gate of the mind
Shoulder to shoulder align
Separate only by time