Cynosure Songtext
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Cynosure Songtext
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 more true
Accept that time and ages
Have forgotten you
We, the ninth ascent
Abandon the fields of the dead
This stardust is all we really are
Their bodies will feed the universe
Yellow skies, black holy seas
Give birth to leprous tragedies
Scoured earth and infertile soil
Mother blackened to the core
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 muse all true
Choose your hand and watch the endless dance
A simple sport with high stakes
Future of the race of humans
Gathered with your stardust shroud on high
Your manmade gods
Circuits or cogs
Can′t match up to the natural law of our universe
These ancient stones
Guides of old
Are silent tombs of planetary building blocks
Let's celebrate our cosmic arts
A tapestry of stars in the night sky
Open our third eyes
And give birth to inspiration
Fold all new thoughts
And arrive at resignation
Transcend the internal planes
The limits of progress can rot in your wake
Potential is freed from the chains
The apex of enlightenment in your grasp
No court, no walls stand to hold our efforts en masse
We the Nine contend (Contend)
To restore, repair, and mend
The sun, our still soul, we've never met
Our vessel′s full from where they began
The creeping hands of time reset
And balance reaches trusted hand
Now the sense may come to light
And sure no doctrine pages ever take
The virgin minds of youth
Choose your hand and watch the end
The stance of simple spark
We′ve asked the future of the race of humans
Gather with the sign, the sure up high
No man-made thoughts, circuits or cogs
Can match up to the natural law of our universe
These ancient stones, gardens of gold
Are solid tombs of planetary building blocks
Let's celebrate our cosmic roots
The tapestry of stars in the night sky
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 more true
Accept that time and ages
Have forgotten you
We, the ninth ascent
Abandon the fields of the dead
This stardust is all we really are
Their bodies will feed the universe
Yellow skies, black holy seas
Give birth to leprous tragedies
Scoured earth and infertile soil
Mother blackened to the core
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 muse all true
Choose your hand and watch the endless dance
A simple sport with high stakes
Future of the race of humans
Gathered with your stardust shroud on high
Your manmade gods
Circuits or cogs
Can′t match up to the natural law of our universe
These ancient stones
Guides of old
Are silent tombs of planetary building blocks
Let's celebrate our cosmic arts
A tapestry of stars in the night sky
Open our third eyes
And give birth to inspiration
Fold all new thoughts
And arrive at resignation
Transcend the internal planes
The limits of progress can rot in your wake
Potential is freed from the chains
The apex of enlightenment in your grasp
No court, no walls stand to hold our efforts en masse
We the Nine contend (Contend)
To restore, repair, and mend
The sun, our still soul, we've never met
Our vessel′s full from where they began
The creeping hands of time reset
And balance reaches trusted hand
Now the sense may come to light
And sure no doctrine pages ever take
The virgin minds of youth
Choose your hand and watch the end
The stance of simple spark
We′ve asked the future of the race of humans
Gather with the sign, the sure up high
No man-made thoughts, circuits or cogs
Can match up to the natural law of our universe
These ancient stones, gardens of gold
Are solid tombs of planetary building blocks
Let's celebrate our cosmic roots
The tapestry of stars in the night sky
Writer(s): Tomislav Crnkovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

