The beast with its eyes gorged out
Roams the streets, hungry
Feeding on the naked threads
The real ones continue
Cos the tower has fallen
Marred with dirt
Nature has cleaned its sins
And left us to search for our own roots
Our hands in sand, so we dig
Through the rocks and flowing fountains
We must fight
Stop, clean the puddle of war
Break the hate
For the beasts has bitten our throats
Blood spilling from the machines we create
Patience has the key but man has the eyes
So we look with our one’s and two’s
Consuming information without an effort to build
Mystical stories formed to create diversion
Fearless are the ones who go the other way
They drink from the wisdom hidden in gutters
Helping up those hooked in the red red ditch
These ones have forgotten the tongue
That holds the people back
So with a quest to roam without fear
They wear faith and show sword
As their flags, with the moon passes through
We must join them and form a pyramid
A union uniting all lost brothers
We must know that to be has its breaks
Also called seeing without looking
Patience is the key, you know this
Discover the city buried in time
Uncovered through our unarranged rhymes
Read my thoughts, and I’ll call you the devil
For my path has refused to stop for blackened oil
Phase in, breathe out
For the key is locked into the ways of patience
Withstand it, and the beast will break your neck
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