Brown Bird - Nine Eyes

Nine eyes on the wild one

In the heliosphere of the holy sun

A skeleton of stone in reverence kneels

Through translucent skin of steel

An offering of what was once our lives held high

Bound to these spheres by inherent sound

Of hunger, of heart and cerebral crown

We’re languid in the chains of daily strife

That choke and chafe internal life

The undying in us stirs with each link these sounds melt down

Assail any altar aligned with any faltered

Design of material gain

And we shall shed these shackles of shame

For the robes of what naked remains

Wax wings for a venture in vain,

Or the evolution of the alchemists aim?

The element of man reduced to flesh

A vessel of our consciousness

Reborn within a cage that won’t decay or die

Assail any altar aligned with any faltered

Design of material gain

And we shall shed these shackles of shame

For the robes of what naked remains