Transcendentmium, Pt. 2: Fourth Temple

When you become me, you'll finally see
 These people are blind to the greater disease
 We're both tempting time with our souls on demand
 You can't erase a weathered past
 You can't maintain the master's hand
 Lay your eyes on these things your fathers have built
 These bridges and buildings connecting
 Their mothers before them exempered from the guilt
 Of generations intersecting
 Will we find a way to get it right this time?
 I've spent my nights awake, expecting you
 To come and help me find my way back home
 To the center intertwined
 To the answer I can't find
 To the Pharaoh, the Pariah sings again
 When you become me, you'll finally see
 These people are blind to the greater disease
 We're both tempting time with our souls on demand
 You can't erase a weathered past
 You can't maintain the master's hand
 How do we heal with the alchemists
 In such a cynic state of mind this time?
 And what do we build when the architects have slaved themselves away for greed or God?
 How do we grow?
 One for the lost and zealous
 One for the blind who don't believe
 One for the dharma of mankind
 (Sahasrana, I need you now)
 Say, say that you've brought the rain to end this drought
 Sift through the lies
 See through the doubt
 (Sahasrana, I need you now)
 Say, say that you brought the rain to end my pain
 Cancel my eyes
 See through the clouds
 As the first drop falls from your grace to the ground (I need you now)