The Pathfinder Lyrics

A question of perception;
The lens we all peer through
A forced singular perspective
With death inexorable; lost in the wild
While the pendulum swing remains eternal

Are we made to persist?; the rising of the conscious mind
It’s easier to ignore the infection than to cauterize a wound

My will, my choice, my own decision?
The path I planned, or one of least resistance?

Reflections of myself gaze at me through the eyes of others
A composite truth arisen from thousands of scars

Lay me down in this crucible,
Strip the layers of self away
Melted down into a heart of iron
“Who I am”, the answer I seek

Arise, cast in stone
Weathered, yet well honed

A question of perception;
The lens we all peer through
A forced singular perspective
With death inexorable; lost in the wild
While the pendulum swing remains eternal

When the spiritual light is concentrated in the brain
Everything else must be sinking in the dark