this churning chasm
this burning, this earth bound spasm
concerning the welfare of your call
i'll blaze a warriors path
abandon my bed, abandon my bath
i'm clear with what i aim to have
will you be my lighting rod?
for these white veins, this flashing fire
'cause i'm coming in from all directions
from the dark corners of the sky
consolidate this crackle and call
these glowing tendrils, electric sprawl
collect my reactions and recall
the sting of my storm with your skybound ball
will you be my lighting rod?
for these white veins, this flashing fire
'cause i'm coming in from all directions
from the dark corners of the sky
and if i am the storm that reaches
the highest light that spreads and teaches
a scattered cloud that seeps and leaches
this matter of time will not defeat us
