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Verse 1

We are suspended above the same old, terrifying abyssDoomsday scrolling through the static of a digital eclipseWe fed our precious attention to the idol we helped buildNow we're held to ransom by the screen, our spirits unfulfilledThe dissociation is total inside the theatre of the mindInstitutions built like cages to lock up the human designSlaves to a smartphone screen, caught in a three-dimensional boxDraining our sacred energy into the gears of their corporate clocks

Pre-Chorus

But look up from the pavement, we are stars wrapped in flesh and boneThe Finger of God is pointing directly to the centre of the StoneOut of the Saturnine winter, the kingdom of Oranus is at handThe Sovereign Architect rises to reclaim this hollowed land

Chorus

Raise the Chrism up the thirty-three steps of the spineTurn the silver fluid to gold in the temple of the pineal shineUnsheathe the hidden Excalibur, pull the sword from the stone of the brainUnite the Leo heart with the Aquarian nervous system's veinBreak the circuit of the digital sine waveWake up from the programmed dreamSpirit and matter are marrying nowIn the middle of the Aether stream

Verse 2

I look back at my former self, at all the ridiculous poses I madeWith that peculiar tenderness we keep for the dead when they fadeLaughing at the tribunal of guilt, the verdicts of good and evil we woreA pissy little racket of judgment that carries no weight anymoreNow forgiveness becomes the hard, bastard work of the braveRefusing to pass the wound forward, breaking the loop of the slaveAnnihilation is just the instrument that writes us from nothing to newThe obsolete form must surrender what it was to let the light shine through

Pre-Chorus

The Finger of God is pointing directly to the centre of the StoneOut of the Saturnine winter, the kingdom of Oranus is at handThe Sovereign Architect rises to reclaim this hollowed land

Chorus

Raise the Chrism up the thirty-three steps of the spineTurn the silver fluid to gold in the temple of the pineal shineUnsheathe the hidden Excalibur, pull the sword from the stone of the brainUnite the Leo heart with the Aquarian nervous system's veinBreak the circuit of the digital sine waveWake up from the programmed dreamSpirit and matter are marrying nowIn the middle of the Aether stream

Bridge

I am learning to walk on the waterOvercoming the pull of the deepThe body was just an avatarA vessel to guide us in sleepShedding the coats of heavy skinI am not the thoughts in the headUnveiling the star-space within usWhere the illusory boundaries are deadSurrendering the willTo the absolute silence of restThe sacred marriage of oppositesIs beating inside of my chest

Final Chorus

Raise the Chrism up the thirty-three steps of the spineTurn the silver fluid to gold in the temple of the pineal shineUnsheathe the hidden Excalibur, pull the sword from the stone of the brainUnite the Leo heart with the Aquarian nervous system's veinBreak the circuit of the digital sine waveWake up from the programmed dreamSpirit and matter are marrying nowIn the middle of the Aether stream

Outro

I walked right out of the machineryI found a home in TheeThe circuit is completeAUM