inching nearer each and every moment, feel the rhythm of our drums.
Searching, seeking forward thinking, a dawning of mind that we create.
A border breaking for the taking, words that remind us to awake.
I dont need a bold commandment; I've got one of my own.
Stand alone.
Lets watch Babylon fall, our captivity.
Vices of the kingdom, exile in luxury.
Youll hear the darkest voice say bow before, crawl beneath, dance around my altar, if you grovel long enough.
Someday I will let you be as pure.