Transcendent - Hourgla** lyrics

The sun skitters slow below the black hole horizon/ As light is bereft by the backbone and eyelids/ Of Mother Earth, enticed by the Time Father's vice grip/ On every child's mind, mental corridors and islands/ Inciting a war, the walls and the floors shake/ The bogs and moors bubble, bastions and morgues quake/ Crafted of gla**, the past, it endures breaks/ Before being smashed and rehashed in the doorway/ Adore way too many of these craftsmen who portray/ The facts in a tattered manner, saddest of the fortes/ A planet that's inhabited by savages who ravage the land/ Who grapple at any chance to claim the gra** and the sand/ Whose capacity for pa**ionate growth and expansion/ Is incapacitated, banished still until it's demanded/ Again, unhanded by iron fist by which we're commanded/ Placed in power, now stuck in the situations we've landed/ Ourselves, I'm asking for help, an action that's dealt/ With didactic fashion: acid pelts, hara**ment, and welts/ Seeing past the puppet strings instead of grabbing at wealth/ Is strange and ghastly to the public, but impactive itself/ I want to burn currency, forge armor out of loose change/ I want to capture every dragon that you've had to slay/ I want to turn the world we've known back ash and clay/ Rejuvenate the future and slowly piss the past away/ I want to ascertain the whereabouts of active brains/ Gather them in ma**es cause they care enough to grab the reins/ Gravitate to other galaxies and blast away/ The strategy? To patch together palisades in outer space/ I breathe cosmic dust, exhale nebulas/ A nebulous entity intent on tearing retinas/ From regular perceptive focuses, overloading it/ With bits of hidden wisdom not found in written codices/ Encoded in the coldest wind, hottest flames, flower sprouts/ Ivory tower power bouts are meaningless on all accounts/ All our doubts compounded couldn't barricade this powerhouse/ We're powerless? Wrong; just know that every single hour counts/ [Refrain] Technological monoliths operated for the wrong reasons/ The current surges make it hard to feel my heart beating/ Self-destruction manifested in the pilfering/ Confusion's an illusion; can't you hear the wind whispering?/ [X4]