The Young Alchemists - The Van Pelt

I took a dive down in disbelief,

My goal was realized south in the sea,

A hundred feet from shore as infinity, potentially.

The reds weren’t far off with the man machine,

When they took down the ceilings of the sistine,

When they took all the icons off the wall,

That made them strong.

Heaven holds no reverence for the clock, and denies the doctors probes and

electric shocks,

Suggests theres more to learn beyond our block,

Let’s keep that lot.

Can we trade the mystic for the scientific and keep the dogmas that will keep

us with it

I traded all my trophies for the one

The corals got.

Let us mourn the dead as they deserve

For alls lost to them and nothing less

While we exempt the cycle it does them in

We are their kin.

We keep the culture fresh with the ingredient

That keeps the skin from smelling at the wake

Can it preserve the beating of my heart?

We hold the spark.

So to the left till tomorrow wield my soul

Against corporate pull and moral code

For till a twilight comes i will stay gold.

I will stay gold.

Can we trade the mystic for the scientific

And keep the dogmas that will keep us with it

I traded all my trophies for the one.

The corals got.