Cynosure -

I’ve called this gathering of our chaos legion

You’ve crawled from the ends of the Earth, hungry and with haste

Your peregrine journey now draws to

a close;

the stars have lit the way

Tear out these empty pages millions take for true

Accept that time and ages have forgotten you

We, the nine, ascend (ascend!), abandon the fields of the dead

‘Cause stardust is all we really

are, their bodies will feed the universe

Yellow skies, black foamy seas, give birth to leprous tragedies

Scoured Earth and infertile soil, your mother blackened to the core

With milky film that shrouds our eyes, we are humanity disguised

Kaleidoscopic dreams wake screaming babes from parasitic sleep

Life expectancy of none

Tear out those worthless pages and invoke chaotic views of truth

Choose your hand and watch the embers dance

A simple sport with high stakes:

The future of the race of humans, gathered ‘neath the cynosure up high

No man-made gods, circuits,

or cogs can match up to the natural awe of our universe

These ancient stones, gardens of bone,

are silent tombs of planetary building blocks

Let’s celebrate our cosmic roots:

the tapestry of stars in the night sky

Open all third eyes and give birth to inspiration

Hold all new thoughts and derive their resignation

(Solo: J. Wright)

Transcend the internal plains;

the limit of progress can rot in your wake

Potential is freed from the chains,

the apex of enlightenment in your grasp

No corporal walls stand to hold the relics of past

(Solo: A. Kot)

We, the nine, contend (contend!), to re-sow, repair, and mend

‘Cause stardust is all we’ve ever

been, our vessels grow from where they began

The creeping hands of time reset and balance rears its trusted head

Now the sands they come to life

Ensure no doctrine pages ever taint the virgin minds of youth

Choose your hand and watch the embers dance

A simple sport with high stakes:

The future of the race of humans, gathered ‘neath the cynosure up high

No man-made gods, circuits,

or cogs can match up to the natural awe of our universe

These ancient stones, gardens of bone,

are silent tombs of planetary building blocks

Let’s celebrate our cosmic roots:

the tapestry of stars in the night sky