To Become Feathered

As the daylight reaches its end Darkness veils the sins of this world Hidden out of sight, like a burden too great to bear The poison of hatred seated near the heart Slowly lures into action Not even the strongest concrete will keep the turmoil inside Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance To become feathered The rigid structure build around finally collapses Substituting the faith of fear, with sweet melody of liberty As the wheel of light once awaken The restless wanderer departs from its shore In a tidal wave of distortion The shadow image of the self implanted to the core Starts to change form into something vivid From enshrinement, behind the web of lies From concealement, into a tenebrous night Without disguise, with open arms, entirely awake! A disembodied existence controls no more Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance To become feathered Caged inside of its own presence A tamed beast inside a beast A profound awe still remains Once conceded, forever granted The shadow image of the self implanted to the core Starts to change form into something vivid As the wheel of light once awaken The restless wanderer departs from its shore Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance To become Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance To become feathered To become feathered