Sentient Idols

No more fear as we fall into ourselves
Clinging to the beauty that survives
As we lie, weary and stained
Looking through the eyes of the sky
We are dreaming deeper, falling further in
Saving ourselves from Tomorrow's end

Etching words in stone
Praising the new gods among us
Feeling their presence among us
But woe to those who gaze upon them
Who gaze upon them

Feeding on sunlight after the rain
Still waters stir as the air slowly rises
Bathed in new light Blind, innocent and free

Guardians, sentinels

Piecing together our dreams
Crafted into a perfect utopia