Come with me, and soon prepare to pass through the beautiful gates of symbolic conviction that challenged the reign,
Stay with me, don’t be afraid to believe in man’s infinite search for the truth in his world and his right to portray the romantic face of legend and life.
Take my hand,
I have walked this way before,
The essence of man is at war with the Spirit, yet knocking at its door,
Don’t let go in this imminent confusion, for tyranny’s son will be threatened by one who would challenge their delusion,
Look inward at the secret world within, to bring the arrival of freedom and knowledge the mind denies to give,
Death and honour are thought to be the same,
The rebellious nature of man and society – silent running in his game,
No one will confess to this irreverent heresy,
As the witness is falling, someone is calling me closer to the dream.
Sent to live and sent to testify,
It is not found in life by adapting to form, but by forming within us,
Sent to give, empowered to impart the imperishable word unto all it’s sincere aspirants of truth.
The time will come, and so the band played on,
To offer a prayer for the rising aware that will soon touch the robe, and gaze at the stare of this Saviour Machine.
