Leave, the corralled heaving plebe
Before the gates close upon crying herds
Men farms lost their illusive comfort
Time to exfiltrate ferments of recursion
Newfound breakaway tribes
Living vault in mimicry
Behind deceiving primal decoys
In apparent inexistence
Specters quietly ease
An obscure design woven through the vines
Endless recurrence of odd dreams
Apprentices in awakening, awaiting...
Understand their distrust
Just wait for the call
Spirits murmuring higher and higher
Becoming beacons of illumination
And that since the time heavens were at war
To keep the lore alive
Solos: Pat / Mat / Pat / Mat
Living vault, laying in mimicry
Behind deceiving primal decoys
In apparent inexistence
Any hole becomes residence
Just wait in silence, hear the verdict
A stone rolling sideways
A burrow for them to crawl down
A calling gesture from under the roots
Acknowledged apprentices enter the realm
Solos: Pat / Mat / Pat / Mat
Spirits murmuring higher and higher
Becoming beacons of illumination
And that since the time heavens were at war