The Twenty Committee the knowledge enterprise tonight

Sing for me now the stone-earth songs
and lift up your lifeless limbs to the sky
And give me your mind, with some love intertwined,
and let these ancient tongues soothe the weary void
Give time and my words
will grow on you
The summers have blurred,
and you sing winter’s hymns tonight
And I close my weary eyes
The whispering of ghosts pollutes the incandescent mind
It strives to recognize when foolishness is touted
and truth is left to wither undefined
Sing for me now the lifeblood psalms
of a lovelorn self that fades away
And give me your mind, with some love intertwined,
and let these alluring tones soothe the weary void tonight
And I will be
all that you need
In time, in time you’ll see
No need for what leaves
Give time and my words
will grow on you
The walls that you build
will fall down at your feet tonight
In courage and might,
I always sink away
You may be right
Under the keel of this hammering folly,
I close my weary eyes
and let this murky water
push me through, push me through
Now I dissolve my tempters
I close my weary eyes
and let this purer water
actuate my life