Impulse from the sheath delivered
Direct into the ego quivers
A middling chase for your desires gone
Life and death beyond our vision
A crash course in collision
Cutting cross sections enable
Earn your seat at the table
Imparted by the blessed sister
The tree of life; the rooted giver
Reaching deep for your desires gone
Mirrored beyond recognition
Lost all sense of your volition
Find yourself and make it right
The dark expires in the light
Absolved of your petty afflictions carry on
Reserved now; projections dissolve on the wall
A head high and no try is less than any one
No return is granted to all those desires gone