Minsk

Can we transgress that sacred melody, that once lulled single selves into solidity?
Can we dance and dismiss right-eousness joyously, and wander and err and proceed aimlessly?
Theres no king of the mountain for its crumbled you see.
And no one ascends to the top of the heap, for the logic of mastery has failed miserably.
Let us now wander, lose (our)selves as we dance.
Well light a pyre for reality and all things dead, perchance.
As children well surface ripped lose from these millstones, and mourn as we celebrate, wander, and dance.
[ As The City Burns Lyrics ]