I carry the cruces
On frail and passing vessels

This moment exists as it is
This extant form exists as it is
Until the the hand of time 
Palms the grains of sand

Imbue reflection
Before another age is wasted
Before the the hand of time 
Turns the grains of sand

Penned in the eternal rending
A somber aubade not long for this world

Within this moment should I choose
I could cradle the landscape
Somewhere beyond where memories lie
And restore the truth within myself
Scrivener of Thusness

Yet here I slumber, barren and
Buried in a thicket of burning veins
Exhausted, apathetic
Subject to the yearning

This moment exists as it is
This profound form exists as it is
Before the the hand of time
Sifts the grains of sand
Until the the hand of time
Lands the grain of sand

Subject to the yearning briar


Tathata

For how many times
Through how many centuries
Have different races of man
In separated tongues
Raised their palms to God
Only to feel thorns

Existential Expletive

Hardened traditions
The lion is always at your back
When history is transparent
And the pulpit is the scholar
The scripture is the canon of order
The seminal book
Seeded in deceit

Ezekiel 
Latter prophets
When the chariot was dawn from the sky
Divinity lined your pockets
And buried gold in a valley of dry bones

The righteous winnowed
And separated Heaven
Into ebbing kingdoms
Of false denominations

Let the scripture of the world unravel
Beneath the memory of a golden cross
Beneath the Earth which weaned me
I ween there is no sacred passage
No sage nor creed that divides me
No longer imprisoned in ignorance

Observing the mind
Concentrate

Shedding blood
From shattered shackles
Piercing beneath my feet

Breach of Eden

Gestalt (n) psychology - Configured patterns cannot be derived from the summation of its component parts; a unified whole.

Chad Griffin - Vocals / synthesizers 
Dave Fischer - Bass / engineering 
Matt Baker - Guitar / programming 