Denizen Kane - Descending Son lyrics

[Denizen Kane] Simply put You must believe me when I tell you that no one is coming to save you All the bleeding and rising from sepulchers has been done And even nail-printed hands demand your rising to meet them Your father is not waiting at the door with the deed to his heart In your memory your mother is hunched in midlife in a greying garden eternally tending to flowers you cannot name But the truth is She weeps She hides those licks from you You are a wound in her pockets Her almost lost Her almost won At the intersection of adulthood and regret The panicked traffic of your thoughts and best intentions collide and die before you speak You are strewn You are have You are hung by the lengths of your fears You are a son You have made sons Called out for an answer here in Spring convincing yourself that this was all rehearsal Curtains are coming up, my man And the Fates are watching with blood-burnt lips We must think of something We must think of something We must think of something to tell them Truly all things connect Truly this moment you will not see again Good or bad it is as fleeting as the light in the sky Close your eyes to it and you will never see the sun If it is sweet, you must treasure all things that die If bitter, survive You too will one day die There is no such thing as ownership Immortality exists, but beyond d**h's door Meaning there is no art but the resurrection To live, to die To live, to die To live... Even if you tremble, stand unbowed in the eye of the moment May your heart be as still as an ocean at sleep Your eye as wildly clear as a great warrior's face in the pinpoint rifle of his executioner He who asks receives Seeks finds Knocks find the door open and the Savior within Let your Body be the asking Your Presence be the seeking Your Being the knocking In between the B and E is the cry for your soul existing Therein the parody of the mystery lies That is to say, the beginning And the endings never end, Amen Meaning there is no end Can you dig it, My son?