every step shall resonate as the culling of privation and in the echo of my forward betterment i d blaze a path for more to draggle burned by the false wonder yet still i felt content afraid of the sound of the chimes in their very nature was how i made my choice for the awry ascent o how i roared for a cease a staircase not of sense but made of dreams that evade and grow until the ivy sprouts into the sky and shadows true existence a false mirage what a foul immersion burned by the false wonder yet still i felt content afraid of the sound of the chimes in their very nature was how i made my choice for the awry ascent no seer would tell me of my discarded faith i dismissed such heed i was embodied with prideo ego the worst of evils burned by the false wonder yet still i felt content afraid of the sound of the chimes in their very nature was how i made my choice for the awry ascent how the albatross can soar with those heavy iron wings they would weigh me like a stone with a chiseled cosmic story i admired such vim i admired such courage for it showed me i could fly if i only would endure