The Vessel

The golden sun sold me a gun to shoot the silver moon
The irony of Mars will kill the copper heart of Venus
The mercury of Mercury is silver striving to the stars
The story of the story goes that nobody can see us
We are there
We are away
We are aware
We are
The vessel of our fantasy
Floating through a dripping sky
Crimson lion roaring gold
White dragon silver eye
The soldier headed horses run towards the edge of time
The warriors and knights have fallen for a sweet and bitter lie
Inside the cross boned factories the hidden children play and sing
There’s towers, steeples, bells that ring a holy lullaby