so you thought you could capture the starlight sun

lifted your joyless hands and stretched skyward

back broke a spinebound effort that made you numb

felled like proud burned Icarus to lonely sargasso seas

 

so you thought you’d dip your hands in graven gold

maybe come out candy coated 24 carat precious

but rose as Midas wailing judge of death and mould

embdedded in Pandemonium’s bloodcut obsidian streets

 

till with sorrowed psalm-like cries of Eli Eli lema sabacthani

sweet Sophia breathes mercy as falling Spring cherry blossoms

pulling worship like water in unending chorus of "I AM FREE!!!"

 

so you thought you could capture the starlight sun

never thought that one day holy broken Son would capture you

so you thought you’d dip your hands in graven gold

never thought that one day heartweaver would make you anew

 

sargasso seas traded for forever crystal

breathing Holy, Holy, Holy

bloodcut obsidian gone for precious metal

is the Lord God almighty