There’s a powerade in the corner
And a ring that’s etched in stone;
A heavy lifter of all things mental
And a girl that can’t be left alone.
As Dionysus cuts their throats
And the captions repeat their words,
The moon rises chasing reason,
As the Sun splits the sky in thirds.
There’s a star up north
Hiding their truth from hell,
Where all things whither
And the awakened sleep under spells.
Take a tincture and swallow it down
until it burns and sedates their minds,
‘Til the earth thunders loud and clear
And releases them from the ties that bind.
Willpower, alone, won’t budge the door
As the sirens will always sound.
It takes blind faith, tough love and warriors …
To see that they once were lost, now found.