music and lyrics by Ryan Patrick
Copyright © 1997 Samsara Music
from their album Cosmic Background Radiation
Poets and artists, all dreamers alike
Hear the calling that sounds in their dreams in the night
A voice from below, daring all that we know
Challenging the minds of men to take flight
We build monuments to the things we have thought
Fear most of what's known, and all of what's not
Our history, industry, wars we have fought
All of the wisdom and wealth we have sought
Mean nothing
If we don't survive
Hearing the call, migratory flight
Takes place in the hearts of all men every night
Hearts we must harden, as we leave the Garden
And take on a Universe that's ours by right
Alien thought, from cold benthic waters
Influencing minds of the whales and the otters
Reaching for whatever may walk up above
And, finding pale monkeys, he offers them Love
His mind lies
He dreams in his death
He can live once again
By stealing life's breath
He feeds his own power
By draining our own
Dead, but dreaming
All alone
He hastens to educate, that they might find him
And restore him to his rightful place on the Earth.
Cults and superstitions, religions and magics
Hasten the inevitable day of rebirth
And we, our imagination sparked this way,
Hasten into the great wide world to find our god
The truths of existence we rush to betray
Here where no beast nor spirit nor man ever trod
Whither hope?
Yet we must survive
Only we
Can make him alive
We can leave him there
Turn our backs to the sky
And find ourselves in a universe
All alone
Cult sacrifices, police coverups
Our weakest minds always the first to give in
Man's machinations, extending his hand
Ripple outward in waves of violence and sin
And now, once discovered, he's coming alive
Ravening for delights soon to be had
Devourer of flesh, of souls, and of life
Demon hand reaches for you; look back and go mad
Flee this world
Before he takes it back
Great Old One,
The heart of the black
He feeds his own mind
By draining our own
Dead, but dreaming
All alone
Alien spaces, strange geometry
Cyclopean submarine masonry
Feet on ocean floor, head in the sky
Mountains crumble to dust at his cry
Fear ties us to all the gods we've ever had
The future is forward; look back and go mad
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