The Vessel, Wayfaring Stranger, Disassembly

My heart is made from smoke
But I still fear the flames
My words will call the storm
But I can't breathe this rain

What I am and what I'll be
Never once had troubled me
But now I'm more than mind and meat
How can a soul from nothing spring?

And now this human soul I've gained
My creators would profane
But now I go to press this tide
So I'm your hope and you are mine

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There are no trials, toils or danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my darling
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over yonder
I am just going over home

I know dark clouds may gather o'er me
I know my way may be rough and steep
But there's a far brighter land stretched before me
Bright and strong; my soul to keep

Slow the engine's beating
Lift it from its cage
Drain its blood and oil
Every ounce reclaim

Prepare a new foundation
Pull mortar from the stone
Disconnect these tendons
Pull muscle from the bone
Within now stands without
This house an empty hall
Windows wide and pleading
No hope to hear their call

What first was ours, and once was man
The vessel emptied, is now our clay again

This talk of soul, weak human lies
The vessel emptied, see nothing here resides