Apophthegmata

The future's so near Away from the past Time to let it happen The torch in your hand The desert's so vast That you must find your place To hide from the crowds Find peace without end A house with no windows No light breaking in A house built just for one Away from the sun Hear the word, oh! Let it burn Take me home and hold me as we fall Keep me safe from harm So long ago, not far away, upon an altar of dirt Oh! Hear the voices, let them burn! There's nothing new under the sun All that he built, his kingdom of truth Watch it turn to dust, his masterwork So long ago, not far away, upon an altar of dirt Oh! Hear the voices, let them burn! There's nothing new under the sun Apophthegmata