Ominous Automaton

Meet me at the way station At the crossroads of our lives Help me with this new creation Built from the threshold of our minds Meditation with a rapture forms Ulterior motivation, so adapt and scorn All base limitations, and alas, this creation is born With all the blocks lying about We built the steps forming without And the path that we lay, well, we'll just have to feel that out With every brick laid out in stone The breath of our labor is shown To atone our extensive passion and we're not alone So fluid, intuitive as in recreation Yet so serious in depth and tone Internal fluidity with trust, orientation for the soul For the mind and soul With all the blocks lying about We built the steps forming without And the path that we lay, well, we'll just have to feel that out With every brick laid out in stone The breath of our labor is shown To atone our extensive passion and we're not alone With all the blocks lying about We built the steps forming without And the path that we lay, well, we'll just have to feel that out With every brick laid out in stone The breath of our labor is shown To atone our extensive passion and we're not alone