Crusades - Fucked Up

Give dust to life, give life to dust

Crusades

Alloyed in a void, I am torn, I am born

Crusades

Ruderal roots tulleric shoots in cahoots

Making life out of death chthonic breath meristem

Jubilee, I am free, so I rise from debris

Other seeds who are weak need a spur so I speak

Every word like a burr, so hoist my voice and rejoice

Just a spark from the dark ignites a thousand to march

So we embark on a drive to split from the stem

Divide out of the clade, a parade to invade

Crusades

Glory to grow as part of a whole

Crusades

We are roots, we are soil, we are leaves, we are souls

Crusades

Broad canopy from the tree, a decree

Blazon to the world we were born to press on

Blank the sky with our kind, make the branches align

Sing the spores to the throng, fill the fields with our song

We are bright in our blight, full of poison and pomp

Molded as one, we will outshine the sun

Spread like vines as we climb, knots that can’t be undone

The crusade has begun, turn the many to one

Crusades

Let the blind be led by the dumb

Crusades

The Philistines arrive at the gates

Crusades

Let the brave lie down on their swords

Crusades

The devoted unleash their wrath

One ant is no ant, no branch is a tree

Crusades

Just a part of a plant I gave up to be free

Crusades

Rejoice in the life that I gave to a wave

Of likes that will die and behave all the same

To populate the terrain until all that remains

Is our kind of one mind, evolved and refined

Fall from the crown, I will rot on the ground

Left by the march that moves on as the sound

From their step fades, alone, for a purpose I’m placed

Born again in new roots that will rise from my waste

Not proud of it

Not proud of it

I’ve wasted a lifetime

Not proud of it

We died, then we’re born again