give dust to life give life to dust crusades alloyed in a void i am torn i am born crusades ruderal roots tulleric shoots in cahoots making life out of death chthonic breath meristem jubilee i am free so i rise from debris other seeds who are weak need a spur so i speak every word like a burr so hoist my voice and rejoice just a spark from the dark ignites a thousand to march so we embark on a drive to split from the stem divide out of the clade a parade to invade crusades glory to grow as part of a whole crusades we are roots we are soil we are leaves we are souls crusades broad canopy from the tree a decree blazon to the world we were born to press on blank the sky with our kind make the branches align sing the spores to the throng fill the fields with our song we are bright in our blight full of poison and pomp molded as one we will outshine the sun spread like vines as we climb knots that can t be undone the crusade has begun turn the many to one crusades let the blind be led by the dumb crusades the philistines arrive at the gates crusades let the brave lie down on their swords crusades the devoted unleash their wrath one ant is no ant no branch is a tree crusades just a part of a plant i gave up to be free crusades rejoice in the life that i gave to a wave of likes that will die and behave all the same to populate the terrain until all that remains is our kind of one mind evolved and refined fall from the crown i will rot on the ground left by the march that moves on as the sound from their step fades alone for a purpose i m placed born again in new roots that will rise from my waste not proud of it not proud of it i ve wasted a lifetime not proud of it we died then we re born again