Ours Is A Path

All eyes fixed to a permanent setting,
a brilliant blinding display
The onset of progress,
a human betrayal
The world that we left in our wake.
Find religion,
it's every succession,
in dead congregation,
assume the position.
And a prayer for the many and shiftless who cower in corners and make it all possible.
There is a faith so inviting,
it turns one away,
A reason to feed upon others,
a judgment that maims.
But ours is a path,
straight and thin,
traveled by few,
Led by the flame,
lit within,
heavy as stone,
as boulders
Content to stand
stand on our own
as oceans
a steady mass
Ours is a dream
ours is united
by every (wo)man
Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent no end.
All eyes fixed to a permanent setting,
fixed like a drug to the blood,
A permanent course to the end of existence,
setting on us like the sun,
And the world is a stage for the opulent,
A private performance,
the rest of us audience,
And a cheer for the many and shiftless who sit in the darkness and make it all possible,
There is an empty assurance,
a wealth that exceeds,
So many dead in direction,
to sighted to see,
But ours is a path,
straight and thin,
traveled by few,
Led by the flame,
lit within,
heavy as stone,
as boulders
Content to stand
stand on our own
as oceans
a steady mass
Ours is a dream
ours is united
by every (wo)man
Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent no end.
But ours is a path.... Sure as an orbit we're subject to nothing but this.