A. S. M. (A State of Mind) - Birth lyrics

[Narrator] The night hangs lost in space Over the long gone century the rain falls torrentially and Soaks into raw scorched earth crust eventually The wind howling like a hammer battering the landscape And making plain the strange beauty of a blank slate The palace claims mandate and dominates with languid anger As it cranes its neck of stone to scan for ramblers Eyes on the canvas Sculpted in the scene a lonely cloaked figurine seen Drifting through the night and clinging tightly to the tiny Living shrine of golden light within her clutch Unwavering focus channeled into one pivotal moment where the opus Culminates and thus begins again, hold tight Or all the rest is desolation and the cold night She had come so close until swallowed by the cypher Single soaring soul into the sun that almost seemed, for a brief interjection Through the effortless perfection of her essence To have challenged architecture of oppression Then trusty old chaos reared its face through the paint gloss Rarely takes a day off So she seeks her shelter in the wild again a child again The mother of us all shunned and shamed in all her holiness A hooded refugee of ancient myth The city's civilized rage fades further into distance and the mist And yet There was a lightness in her stride even now As if she'd heard the song no voice could sing and harps upon the winds again A symphony that lingers in the wings of them that once she called her kin Last pride of the tribe Now there was the two of them if only for these few and precious moments And the amulet of jade engraved in daylight Only thing remaining of her past aside from access to compa**ion As a bastion of the sacred Suspended isolated iconic imagery devices The mother and the child and the greatest of all sacrifices She's the serum, the antidote, the isis Cut loose by osiris Collective respiration now staggered If only for a brief shift in patterns All was open to interpretation still The rain and the wind and the plantations and the hills and then Only barely visible to squinted gaze The dimmest ray of light piercing the night began to emanate The same flame scorching at her heart now lit her eyes And was reflected dutifully on the arc of the horizon On loop, a tan suo mantra in her head, around her neck That utmost sacred of all hand-me-downs She stands her ground even as the land is drowned They glimpsed the green glint against the gloom Engulfed in the glow, a gladiator goddess bearing gifts