Empty Temples

before the clocks started counting we built shrines to the sun conducted rites by the moonlight now remembered by none aswe move through the future we are warmed by the past like a fire on a cold, dark night but dawn's here at last let go of all that binds you your kind will always find you we must give up the old ways though they've served us well the rituals havelost meaning what were temples are shells but there is a new path that always has been as we set foot upon it let us fear not the end let go of all that binds you your kind will always find you an endless series of meaningless tasks each one distracting us all from the last look all around at the things you've been given what do you see? beauty and splendor, destruction and ruin all in your memory let go of all that binds you your kind will always find you