The Vessel - Meinhard

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