Riding high on burnished wings And with a brazen eye The buzzard waits to take its pick Waiting on that helpless cry In the time it takes The moment that you're right off guard Bridges that you thought you'd crossed Got to cross 'em all again Just as lightning strikes Before the thunder The buzzard falls upon its prey Before it has a chance to wonder But the meek will stand Understanding nature Seeing far beyond the plan Take their place in time Take their place in timeless structure Out, out of the dark surrounding shadows Tearing apart – trying to get to me Sometimes you'll see, sometimes you'll feel Colder than steel, instantly real Burn, burning with fire, from the depths of time Enter my space to take my grace from me Slither and slide, ready to hide Far down inside – waiting with pride