Brown Bird Adolescence
So long adolescence of the frightened soul
You're entering the ritual
Lay down your every fear upon the altar child
Prepare to play the man's role
Lay me down on sacramental ground
Lay me low in times of woe
Headlong little one into the wild unknown
With the creatures and the cold night
Stay strong the sound of screaming's just the sacred rite
Of death begetting new life
Lay me down on sacramental ground
Lay me low in times of woe
There's a road less traveled and a life less led
And it's the path between your spirit and the voice in your head
We are here but for the grace of everything divine
It's the providence that we must find
