In Procession

The solitary purpose To outshine the heavens in our minds Thoughts rain down a thousand suns Flicker on the surface of the own The principle of reason Wielded once in service of the all Detached from the master's hand Blind and writhing ever toward the end Bleeding out A macerated land In veneration Raise a monument to man Marching onward Treading on the scars In procession The solitary purpose To outshine the heavens in our minds Thoughts rain down a thousand suns Flicker on the surface of the own