All eyes fixed to a permanent setting,    a brilliant blinding display   The onset of progress,    a human betrayal   The world that we left in our wake.      Find religion,    it's every succession,    in dead congregation,    assume the position.   And a prayer for the many and shiftless who cower in corners and make it all possible.   There is a faith so inviting,    it turns one away,   A reason to feed upon others,    a judgment that maims.      But ours is a path,    straight and thin,    traveled by few,   Led by the flame,    lit within,    heavy as stone,    as boulders   Content to stand    stand on our own    as oceans   a steady mass   Ours is a dream   ours is united   by every (wo)man   Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent no end.      All eyes fixed to a permanent setting,    fixed like a drug to the blood,   A permanent course to the end of existence,    setting on us like the sun,   And the world is a stage for the opulent,   A private performance,    the rest of us audience,   And a cheer for the many and shiftless who sit in the darkness and make it all possible,   There is an empty assurance,    a wealth that exceeds,   So many dead in direction,    to sighted to see,      But ours is a path,    straight and thin,    traveled by few,   Led by the flame,    lit within,    heavy as stone,    as boulders   Content to stand    stand on our own    as oceans   a steady mass   Ours is a dream   ours is united   by every (wo)man   Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent no end.      But ours is a path.... Sure as an orbit we're subject to nothing but this.