Subvert
Reasoning they fall asleep
Subconsciously they feel the beams
Waking up they feel the reef
Of churches they're inhabiting
In place of temples, this time
Incense and riots align
Slogans are hymns underneath
Worshippers out in the streets
Clinging to the brazen feet of images we need
Spirits build the pillars of our principalities
Culture sets the stage
Yeah, you know this scene replays
I need a break from this mosaic
A change in how I'm made.
We scroll for the needs that we seek
Groaning in time with the beat
Thousands at the altars collide
Consuming to be satisfied
Debating, we isolate
Deities borne in the wake
Their form may change in shape
But Being is always the same
Clinging to the brazen feet of images we need
Spirits build the pillars of our principalities
Culture sets the stage
Yeah, you know this scene replays
I need a break from this mosaic
A change in how I'm made.
We can grasp our cobbled idols in the palms of our hands
We can bury all our systems and reconstitute our land
We can break from all traditions
Pursue a pathless future
We can burn down all our heavens to transfigure all our hells
We can watch the end unfurl, but we can't undo our curses
We can calculate the cosmos but cannot grasp our breath
We can combat hierarchies but they're bursting from our chests
We need a break from this mosaic
A change
In how we're made
Subconsciously they feel the beams
Waking up they feel the reef
Of churches they're inhabiting
In place of temples, this time
Incense and riots align
Slogans are hymns underneath
Worshippers out in the streets
Clinging to the brazen feet of images we need
Spirits build the pillars of our principalities
Culture sets the stage
Yeah, you know this scene replays
I need a break from this mosaic
A change in how I'm made.
We scroll for the needs that we seek
Groaning in time with the beat
Thousands at the altars collide
Consuming to be satisfied
Debating, we isolate
Deities borne in the wake
Their form may change in shape
But Being is always the same
Clinging to the brazen feet of images we need
Spirits build the pillars of our principalities
Culture sets the stage
Yeah, you know this scene replays
I need a break from this mosaic
A change in how I'm made.
We can grasp our cobbled idols in the palms of our hands
We can bury all our systems and reconstitute our land
We can break from all traditions
Pursue a pathless future
We can burn down all our heavens to transfigure all our hells
We can watch the end unfurl, but we can't undo our curses
We can calculate the cosmos but cannot grasp our breath
We can combat hierarchies but they're bursting from our chests
We need a break from this mosaic
A change
In how we're made
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Hamilton
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