Dreams of Cro-Magnon

My goals reflect my soul
My motives are always my own
I don't wanna harm and I don't want to hate
I aim to alarm with the things I create

Place my hands on the table
My work is never done
Show my scars in the stars
Labor of love
Connect the marks the paths of my fables
It's still being told
In pictures and pen marks and panels
The best has yet to come
When I illustrate my story

I saw my next creation in a dream
Early men standing on a mountain
An impossible peak, vantage point serine
Scope out their prey

They know the price his tusks will pay
A body a thousand mouths could feed
Lasting a hundred days, to sustain the whole tribe

They pray to their wooden gods
Singing let's make it through the winter
A sacred sacrifice
Singing let's make it through the winter
Pray to their wooden gods
Singing let's make it through the winter
Sacred sacrifice
Singing let's make it through the winter
To pass on their ancient genes



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Slack
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