the crooked path is becoming straight as we move toward perfection that old black rider ever chasing no longer sets the direction we ride on a beam of light on a wave of pure precision our souls arise in endless flight and we are one in perfect fusion we ride into the atmosphere and leave the world behind ride because the end is here no force on earth can hold us down there is truth in the illusion but do not be deceived there is a greater purpose than what is easily perceived the presence of the light increases while everything is growing dim this fleeting world withers away revealing beauty concealed within the evidence of perfection grows while kingdoms rise and fall the souls of men are drawn to the source that binds us all makes us who we are we are the sleepless ones the ones who will be changed the living breathing body of light and we ve got freedom coursing through our veins