Aged Nation Lyrics

The vast ornamentation of our weary, aged nation

Billows over the wastelands

Battered, tattered in the trade winds

I sit still, impatient

A face in the rock, a face in the clouds

A place in the furnace reserved for the concordant of our bounds

Birth, spiritualization

Stone to flesh

I imbue and am imbued

Death, discorporation

Flesh to stone

Time and space unglued

With interzonal gaze I drool

And remain unmoved

Fingers frozen, outstretched for temporal touch

Temporarily subdued

Turning house into home

Turning house into rubble

Destabilized

Axis as praxis

As loss is acquisition, is dying salubrious practice

Like an iceberg I get by

Carving my name in the sky

Imperceptibly, incrementally shifting sands

Disrupting tides

Glacial, palatial, coastal

Slow disintegration

Welcoming the boatfuls

Coaxing immigration

Hosting mutation

Vitally infusing this aged nation

Blood to cold vein

Seeds to soil

Fertilization

I'm carefully making my bed in preparation to abandon my station

Merrily toppling, hungrily gobbling, burying meat in the ground

Opening hospitals for future fossil fuel

Feeding the ravenous hound

Stone to flesh, flesh to stone

Shaking the hourglass

Making a home

Flesh to stone, stone to flesh, flesh to stone

Folding the filament

Drilling the bone