Muses and Men Songtext
von Entransient

Layers of oil in jars
Dried shut

Canvas on a roll behind dusty old guitars
Never to be stretched

Toiling alone
I mastered my craft
Made beauty from chaos
With steady young hands

The muses all came
But none of them stayed
Vague memories of faces
And precious few names

A master above
A new generation
Of muses and men

I made my final mark
On my final statement
The grand culmination of mine


Everything I am
In one composition
The grand culmination
Of synapses fired

Refractions of wavelengths through a haze
Of vapor in the air into my eyes

The shadows of mountains
The cool air of valleys in my lungs
From drifting plates of land, how they collide

These canyons eroded
Carved out by the violent river flows
Drawn by gravity to oceansides

Where blood orange sunsets
How they hit the iris in her eyes
Never to be mine after that night

Now my final statement
Can never compare to happenstance
I′ve learned the meaning of futility

My thirty years gone
I'll return to the earth
A masterpiece may grow

My synapses fired
I am synapses fired