Cynosure

I've called this gathering of our chaos legion
 You've crawled from the ends of the Earth, hungry and with haste
 Your peregrine journey now draws to
 a close; the stars have lit the way
 Tear out these empty pages millions take for true
 Accept that time and ages have forgotten you
 We, the nine, ascend (ascend!), abandon the fields of the dead
 'Cause stardust is all we really
 are, their bodies will feed the universe
 Yellow skies, black foamy seas, give birth to leprous tragedies
 Scoured Earth and infertile soil, your mother blackened to the core
 With milky film that shrouds our eyes, we are humanity disguised
 Kaleidoscopic dreams wake screaming babes from parasitic sleep
 Life expectancy of none
 Tear out those worthless pages and invoke chaotic views of truth
 Choose your hand and watch the embers dance
 A simple sport with high stakes:
 The future of the race of humans, gathered 'neath the cynosure up high
 No man-made gods, circuits,
 or cogs can match up to the natural awe of our universe
 These ancient stones, gardens of bone,
 are silent tombs of planetary building blocks
 Let's celebrate our cosmic roots:
 the tapestry of stars in the night sky
 Open all third eyes and give birth to inspiration
 Hold all new thoughts and derive their resignation
 (Solo: J. Wright)
 Transcend the internal plains;
 the limit of progress can rot in your wake
 Potential is freed from the chains,
 the apex of enlightenment in your grasp
 No corporal walls stand to hold the relics of past
 (Solo: A. Kot)
 We, the nine, contend (contend!), to re-sow, repair, and mend
 'Cause stardust is all we've ever
 been, our vessels grow from where they began
 The creeping hands of time reset and balance rears its trusted head
 Now the sands they come to life
 Ensure no doctrine pages ever taint the virgin minds of youth
 Choose your hand and watch the embers dance
 A simple sport with high stakes:
 The future of the race of humans, gathered 'neath the cynosure up high
 No man-made gods, circuits,
 or cogs can match up to the natural awe of our universe
 These ancient stones, gardens of bone,
 are silent tombs of planetary building blocks
 Let's celebrate our cosmic roots:
 the tapestry of stars in the night sky